Mr. Velazquez Unknown heir
reklamo niya, trying to glare—but her eyes were soft, confused, vulnerable.
“That one,” I said, low and raw. “The one that makes me want to kiss you.”
Her lips parted.
So did mine.
The space between us shrank without either of us moving.
She leaned back.
I leaned forward.
Her breath brushed my cheek—warm, shaky, uncertain.
My hand slid slowly up her calf, careful, gentle.
She swallowed so loudly I heard it.
“Z-Zeus… wag kang… wag kang lalapit.”
“You don’t want me to?” I whispered.
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