From Best Friends To Lovers
The familiar scent of car seats and Max’s subtle cologne filled the air, a scent I knew better than my own. Max, leaning against his car, tapped his foot impatiently, a slight frown on his handsome face.
“Hoy, kulit! Kanina pa kita inaantay dito sa parking. Bakit ang tagal naman ng meeting niyo sa student council?” he grumbled, though his irritation was softened by the concern in his eyes.
I looked at him, really looked at him, and even annoyed, he was undeniably beautiful. His semi-curly hair, fair skin, brown eyes, tall, lean body, and those pinkish lips… I felt my heart ache with the familiar, forbidden longing.
“Uy! Tinatanong kita!” he nudged me, snapping me back to reality.
“H-ha? Aaahhh. W-wala naman. Madami lang kaming tinapos na paperworks para sa mga school events. Dapat kasi nauna ka na.” I mumbled, trying to sound casual.
He slung an arm around my shoulder, ruffling my hair, and I stiffened. He needs to stop touching me like this. It breaks my resolve every single time.
“E di napagalitan ako ni Daddy at ni Tito August? Isama mo pa mga mommy natin. Patay ako sa mga yun pag umuwi ako na di ka kasama.”
I just nodded, sliding into the passenger seat of his car, the familiar comfort a cruel reminder of how deeply entwined our lives were. How could I ever untangle myself when he held me so close, yet saw me so far away?
