His shock expression later turned into scowl, then darkened.
My smile faded. And my lips pursed into line. He's still mad. Unclasping hands as my eyes shot the ground.
"Anong itinawag mo sa akin?" (What did you call me?) his low voice again.
My gaze up to his as our eyes locked. He was trying to maybe supressing his grin.
"What did you call me again?" he leaned. And to my discomfort I stepped backwards.
But he didn't want me to be away. He snaked his hand onto my waist and pulled me closer why I bumped onto his chest suddenly.
I felt dizzy looking at him. Because of our closeness I was crossing eyes engulping his greatness.
"No-nolan." I murmured. I knew he was asking for the endearment that I had called him.
His lips quirked up. "That's not what I heard earlier." he pressed me mor
