YALENA tried hard not to respond to Ansel’s kisses but she didn’t succeed. Kahit nag-aalangan ay umangat pa rin ang isa niyang braso at ipinaikot iyon sa batok ng binata at marahang pumikit. When Ansel kissed her, she felt needed, as if she was the most important woman for him at that very moment.
Noong una ay marahas at mapusok ang halik na para bang gusto siyang parusahan ng binata pero hindi nagtagal ay naging masuyo iyon. It was as if he was trying to relay a message to her, a message that she couldn’t understand—not when she was too dazed by that blissful sensation brought by his kisses. Alam niyang panganib ang posibleng idulot sa kanya ng halik na iyon pero hindi siya lumayo sa binata sa halip ay inilapit niya pa ang sarili rito at dahan-dahang tinugon ang bawat halik nito.
