Romance Under Contract
“Kaya ko naman.”
“Kaya mo,” he nodded. “Pero hindi ko hahayaang ipilit mo.”
I was ready to argue again—ako pa?—pero naunahan niya ako. He kissed my forehead gently, sliding down beside me on the bed. His arm circled my waist, supporting me just enough without touching any of the painful areas.
There was nothing sexual in the moment, yet it was intimate—too intimate that it almost hurt.
He was doing his best not to break me, not to trigger the pain, and not to worsen the wound on my arm. And somehow, that gentleness was more dangerous than anything physical we shared.
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