"Why are those eyebrows creased?" Ian asked as he took my bag and carried it for me. I must admit that I found the gesture cute. We were walking to the parking lot right now, my class had just ended and my heart fluttered when I saw him waiting in the university lobby.
"I am nibabagot." I answered casually. I speak Tagalog as much as I can because Ian told me that he finds it sexy. He draped his arm on my shoulders and pulled me closer.
"What do you want to do?"
I gave him a one-shoulder shrug, a habit I got from him. I don't know what to do for the weekend.
"’Di ba wala kang pasok hanggang sa Tuesday?" He queried and I nodded in confusion when I saw the way his eyes sparkled.
"What are you thinking?" I asked but instead of answering, he gave me a sudden kiss on my forehead before h
