Sirit (SPG)
I leaned forward, closing the small gap between us.
"Irene..." tumitig siya sa mga mata ko, halos dumikit na ang labi niya sa akin.
"Kiss me..." I whispered.
When his lips finally met mine, it wasn't like the harsh, possessive kiss in the condo. It was slow and gentle that tasted like salt air and forgiveness. It was the kind of kiss that felt like coming home after a very long, exhausting storm.