By Stella Torres
July 19, 2016
“Well.” Daniel looked both ways before he spoke. “You wanted to talk.”
“Yes.” I jammed my hands into my pockets. “I just wanted to know—“
He grabbed my face and kissed me. Hard.
With a kiss like that, it was hard to maintain my balance. I took my hands out of my pockets and wrapped my arms around his neck so I could kiss him back, but it still took a lot of effort to keep me standing.
The two of us came up for air, our breaths warm against our mouths.
“Nine minutes,” he said. “We’ve lost one.”
“What? Oh.” I didn’t have to check my watch. Mang Buboy was due to come back from his smoke break soon.
“Did you want to know where we stand?”
“That, yeah.” My knees strained from standing on tip-toes for far too long. “I’m—I—last night—“
“I want to be the one holding you.” He ran his hands through my hair. “I want to touch you in more ways than one. Would you let me be that for you?”
No words came out of my mouth when I tried to speak. All attempts at coherent thought went out of the window.
“Would you let me touch you?” he said. “Would you let me get close to you?”
I blinked. “I—I want you. I want everything.”
“Then let it go.” He dropped a kiss on my mouth. “Let it all go.”
The ping of the elevator interrupted my thoughts. I let go of him and sank back on my heels. “We should go back.”
“Good idea.” He held up his hand. “Room key?”
My hands went inside my pockets. No key card to be found. “I’ll knock.”
“Let me.” He rapped his knuckles against the door. “Kelvin, we know you’re in there.”
The door opened a few seconds later. “That was quick,” Kelvin said. “What did you talk about?”
Daniel and I exchanged knowing looks with each other. We had forgotten about the peep hole through the door.
“Nothing,” I said. “Hey, where are we on the FTP? Mang Buboy should be back soon…”
Stella Torres is the author of Save the Cake and the short story “Be Creative” from Kids These Days: Stories from Luna East Arts Academy (Vol. 1)). She has a bachelor’s degree in English literature and worked briefly in public relations, but has chosen to pursue her post-graduate studies in the field of education. She loves dark chocolate, hates flyaways, and is constantly in search of comfortable shoes.
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