KUMUNOT ang noo ni Beckett nang marinig ang pangalan na binanggit ni Vivianne. Suddenly, his body went stiff as Tristan’s images of beaten up and killed lingered in his mind.
Kanina niya pa nga iyon gustong iwaksi sa utak, pero ito si Vivianne at muli itong pinaalala sa kan’ya.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” ani Beckett bago umigting ang panga nito. “So, is that it? That’s the reason why you’re acting cranky all day? You’re not thinking about the kiss?”
“Hindi.” Umirap si Vivianne bago nag-iwas ng tingin. Ramdam niya ang pamumula ng pisngi kaya naman mabilis niyang pinakalma ang sarili. “Saka bakit ba puro halik ‘yang binabanggit mo, ha? Hindi ka makalimot?”
“Nope.” Beckett leaned forward, narrowing their distance closer. “Never.”
Nor did he have any plans to forget it.
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