WAVES BENEATH THE SILENCE
Yung puting tela naging halos transparent, exposing her thighs, the outline of her breasts, and the way her nipples pressed through the soaked fabric.
“Renzo… please. I just need—”
“No.” He moved closer. “You don’t get to need space from me… not when you’re the only thing I fucking want.”
He was in front of her before she could answer—gripping her waist, pulling her close. Her breath hitched. Their foreheads met, and the moment their eyes locked, the sky cracked open.
Ulan. Hangin. Kidlat.
And silence.
“Tell me you don’t feel this,” he whispered, voice trembling as he slid a hand under her dress. His palm met skin. Wet, warm, soft.
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