Prologue

"Why did you do that?"

"Akala ko ba napag-usapan na natin ang lahat?"

"Yes, and we we're just talking."

"Kahit na. Talking leads to saying sorry thay will lead to begging you to come back that will lead to you choosing him and leaving me."

"Where did that came from?"

He didn't say anything. Bagsak na ang balikat niya at hindi na nakatingin sa akin.

"Who said that will happen? That he'll beg and I'll choose him?"

Napahilot siya sa sentido (sa gitna ng ilong).

"Isn't that story of yours a little too biased?" i said and can't hide my smile. He's jealous.

"I don't know." Sawakas at sumagot siya. Akala ko hindi niya na ako iimikin.

"Hey," Our eyes met again. "Are you jealous?" I asked.

"I guess so. Yes." He said without breaking our eye contact. I felt my cheeks starts to burn.

"That was straightforward." He took some step to get closer.

He wrapped his hands around my waist while looking at me. "I don't want you to run to his arms. I have arms too, my shoulders are even broader if he's you're crying shoulder." I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

This is the first time that he has expressed his feelings. I find it cute— how he express what he feels. It's peculiar, but that's Regan, alright.

"All I'm trying to say is that— It's different now. You had him in the past, but now you have me. It's Regan and not Dustin anymore."

"Of course it's different."

Kumunot ang noo niya.

I love his eyes, specially when he looks at me like that.

"I like him," I held his arms that was wrapping my waist and I slowly removed them.

His face was shocked. Nakatingin siya sa kamay niyang ibinalik ko sa kanyang magkabilang gilid.

Pinipigilan kong matawa dahil he looks like he's draining his colors.

Napatingin siya ng mabilis sa akin with his creased forehead and mouth, a gap.

"and you," Tumingkayad ako at hinila ang necktie niya para maabot ko ang labi niya.

I kissed him. Ilang segundo pa ang lumipas bago niya naproseso ang ginawa ko at bago niya ako hinalikan pabalik.

I felt his hand on my waist and slammed me to his body, another on my face.

I wrapped my arms on his neck as he deepend the kiss.

Damn him and his kisses.

"What?" I asked when he stopped the kiss.

I bit my lips when I saw him with his hair disheveled because of me. "You look like mess." I commented on his looks.

"A hot mess." He corrected.

"While you look like a tasty meal." he said and kissed my neck.

"What is it?" I asked as he stopped again.

"You didn't say our differences."

"Don't you get it?"

"Get what?"

"I love you, dumbass."

He grinned and kissed my forehead. "I love you too, smarty pants."