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Chapter 15
Ling
Skittering, hairy, sharp cockroach legs scampered on my mouth. That was how the kiss felt. There was no warning sign. I didn't expect for Villafuerte to do it. He kissed my lips and made an unpleasant memory I would have to bury into the deepest recesses of my mind. That was a mistake, a misstep I should be wary of next time we were together alone.
The drive back to Paki-bato was quiet, heavy with unspoken disgust from me and God-knows-what from Villafuerte.
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