《daggers》daggers #45
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i got up with a smile on my face and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine. as i was brushing my teeth, i can't help but look at my own reflection in the mirror then, i chuckled. kinikilig ako !!!! >
i'm not sure how long this happiness will last once again but i hope i can make the most out of it this time.
when i opened the door of my room, i heard a soft music coming from the speakers in my living room. i smiled to myself when i saw justin wearing one of my yellow hoodies and grey sweat shorts. he didn't bring any clothes here last night that's why i know those are mine. he also used a my apron that was hanging by the rack in the kitchen.
Nag-iisa, nakadungaw
Sa bintana; ako ba'y nagkulang?
Nakaupo, lumalayo
Sa tukso, upang 'di na magulo
he was busy cooking so i could only see his back from here. i leaned by the wall at the end of the hallway and bit my lip to prevent myself from smiling too hard.
deja vu.
suddenly, justin turned around, seemingly aware of my presence now and he smiled at me and gave me a wave. he made sure there was nothing on the stove before carefully making his way towards me.
baka may masunog nanaman na kanin...
justin acted, offering a hand infront of me as he bowed a little.
i chuckled. ang corny, kainis.
i said, teasing him. but instead of asking me again, he rolled his eyes and took back his hand. he said.
hindi talaga marunong manuyo kahit kelan !! T_____T
i said and pulled justin by his waist so i could hug him from behind. he held my arms encircled around his waist as a planted a kiss on his shoulder.
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Isasayaw ka sa ulap
At mag-uusap, hindi manghuhula
Isasayaw ka sa ulap
Hindi hahayaang mahulog nang tuluyan
i gently started swaying the both of us while singing softly to justin's left ear.
i held his hand and swirled him around then i pulled him close to me, still holding his waist.
i was holding his other hand and planted a soft kiss on top of his knuckles.
we continued slow dancing and singing to each other all while staring intently into one another's eyes.
when the song finished, justin pulled me in for a long and warm embrace.
i missed him so fucking much. :(
i cut him off and pulled away to look at him in the eyes.
justin started and bit his lip.
what is he going to say this time?
my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
he said that last phrase while looking deep in my eyes. like he was pertaining to me.... as his home.
I couldn't contain the happiness that i'm feeling anymore so i pulled him in for a quick kiss. it was quick but it didn't fail to leave thousands of sparks throughout my body. i love this feeling. after that sweet session, we ate the breakfast that justin cooked for us and it was actually good. he really knows how to cook now.
i was sipping my coffee when i remembered something.
jah placed his elbow on top of the table and his chin on his hand. i found that adorable so i ran my fingers through his hair.
i said and giggled.
justin said and stood up to walk towards the bathroom. i was just watching him from behind while sipping in my coffee when a naughty idea suddenly popped in my head.
i asked and he immediately stopped in his tracks, almost tripping down. i covered my mouth with the mug that i was holding while trying to stifle a laugh.
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justin said as he turned around to face me. his cheeks had a faint tint of pink on them, probably feeling flustered.
i shrugged. i grinned "innocently". i saw how he tried to prevent himself from smiling.
justin said after a few moments of thinking and walked away, leaving me dumbfounded.
did he just....... say yes?????????
justin then turned around once again to face me and said, , before running away to enter the bathroom inside my bedroom. i chuckled lightheartedly and followed him.
i chuckled before planting a soft kiss on Justin's lips and opening the shower, allowing the water to fall smoothly all over our bodies as we make love, treasuring each other's mold and melting into the burning desire that we have for one another.
what a perfect morning, this is. >
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