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“Ramirez.”

Dara murmured and shifted a bit but her eyes remained shut.

“Ramirez!”

She felt a hand shaking her by the shoulder causing her to wake up from her nap. Her eyes fluttered open and Jiro’s frowning face welcomed her.

“Why are you sleeping at a place like this?” Jiro asked as he sat beside her. She looked around and realized that she’s still at the library, slumped on the floor with her back leaning on the shelf and the books scattered around her. She must’ve dozed off while reading since the book is still on her lap.

She glanced at the guy by her side. Jiro’s eyebrows are mashed together while glaring at her, clearly mad about something.

“What’s the matter?” She asked.

“What’s the matter? You’re sleeping here alone!” He hissed.

Huh? She stared at him in bewilderment, clueless as to what the fuss is about. Everybody sleeps in the library; it’s the norm in almost any school. Even in Bridge Rose, she has a favorite corner where she can read and doze off.

Jiro’s lips formed a thin line as he scowled at her. “What if someone pulls a prank on you? What if someone touches you? What if someone kisses you?” He said gruffly.

Dara’s eyes widened a bit, and then a smile slipped on her lips. “Nobody would do that. They know I’m with you”, she said softly to ease his mind.

“Your friend did it before”, he replied in a quiet voice while staring directly at her. Dara was drawn in his eyes, her heart pounding in a fast pace as she met his gaze. “You were sleeping on his lap and he kissed you”, he added and looked away.

Dara leaned forward a bit and tilted her head to stare at his face, a small smile plastered on her lips. The Ice Lord is still mad. She leaned her back against the book shelf again, her eyes glued forward. “That was a long time ago. And we’re clear that we are only friends. Besides, I told you Bullet is just playful and sweet. That’s his personality.”

“Then, he better change his personality when he’s with you.”

Dara chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest. “Jiro-…” Her words were cut off when Jiro pushed his hand on the floor and leaned towards her, his other hand resting on the shelf.

“I’m serious, Ramirez”, he said hoarsely as he hovered near her face. “I saw him kiss you three ing times”, he whispered as his eyes flicked down towards her lips. She can feel his warm breath as he slowly lowered his head towards her and spoke, “If there’ll be a fourth…it’ll drive me crazy”, he said huskily before capturing her lips. Dara’s eyes instantly fluttered to a close as she felt him moving his mouth against hers, her hands finding its way behind his neck. He nipped her bottom lip and ran his tongue on it, tasting her. “Open”, he drawled ily and she immediately complied.

His tongue darted and probed inside , touching and mingling with her tongue. Their breathing became ragged as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, every part of her, flooding her with overwhelming sensations that coursed through her body. She ran her fingers on his hair, eyes still tightly shut as they are both lost with the intoxicating taste of each other. He her upper lip into his mouth, which earned a loud moan from her.

“Ssshhh”, he whispered as he trailed gentle kisses along her jaw towards her neck. Another whimper escaped her lips when Jiro and nibbled her skin, making her feel hot all over. Her eyes abruptly opened when Jiro’s hand covered as he went lower, kissing and the crook of her neck towards her chest, his other hand working on the buttons of her uniform.

“Mmhmmpphh”, Dara’s muffled whimper was heard when his teeth grazed the skin above her , followed by his tongue. Her stomach tightened and her chest heaved up and down as she panted. She squeezed her eyes tightly when she saw Jiro dipping inside her blouse, feasting on her flesh not covered by her bra.

A gasp from the aisle pulled Dara back to reality. OH NO! She quickly opened her eyes and tugged Jiro’s arm to get his attention when she saw two of her classmates standing by the aisle. With one hand still covering Dara’s mouth and the other on her blouse to cover her, Jiro glared at the two girls who were frozen on their spot, still staring at them in shock. He didn’t need to utter a word and just raised his eyebrows at them for the two girls to scamper away.

He then shifted his gaze to Dara and removed his hand covering while staring intently at her, his expression remaining impassive. The girl is breathing heavily, still trapped with the heated moment they had. “I’m sorry I had to cover your mouth”, he mumbled and leaned down, pressing his lips tenderly against hers. He drew back and smirked at her. “You’re a screamer”, he said.

“I’m not!” She hissed and buried her face on her palms. “Oh my God! They saw us!” She whined and kicked her legs while whimpering in shame.

Jiro went back to his spot and leaned his back against the shelf. “It’s okay”, he said.

Dara lifted her face and glared at him. “It’s not okay! They’re my classmates! The gossip is probably spreading as we speak!”

Jiro gave a disinterested shrug and bends one knee, resting his arm on it. “Come here”, he said. Dara gave him a hesitant look but complied anyway. She crawled towards Jiro and settled herself in between his parted thighs, her back leaning against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her frame and pulled her closer, brushing her hair aside to expose her neck and dipping down to kiss it. “Where were we?” He whispered, his warm breath tickling her skin.

“Stop. We’re in the library”, Dara mumbled as she shifted to her side and rested her head on Jiro’s chest.

“Okay”, he said and slid his hand on Dara’s arm, her skin tenderly.

Dara smiled when she heard the loud pounding of his heart. She lifted her gaze to look at him and the guy tilted his head to stare back at her.

“What?” He asked.

“Your heart is beating loudly”, she said with an amused grin.

“I wonder why.”

She giggled and nuzzled her face on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. His familiar scent filled her senses, giving her comfort. The rays of sunlight streamed through the window as the two sit quietly in a corner of the library, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Fourth kiss, huh?” Dara said after a while. “You worry too much, Jiro.”

“Do I? Then why did the first, second and third happen?”

Dara sighed and rubbed her hand on his chest. “Instead of your worries, why don’t you tell me the things you want?”

“The things I want…” His voice trailed off as he pondered for a moment. “This”, he mumbled and hugged the girl tightly, pressing her body against his. “I want this.”

Dara smiled, her cheek still resting on his chest. “What else?”

Jiro glued his gaze forward, his eyes narrowing a bit as if he’s looking at something that only he can see. “I want a home. I want a home with you and me in it.”

Happiness swarmed through her while a seething pain gripped Jiro’s heart. He wanted a lot of things… things he never had. Things he might never have.

“I want laughter in that home. I want to hear the rowdiness in the morning as the kids run around and wake us up; the smell of breakfast, the sound of hurried movements as we try not to be late for our work and for the kids’ school.”

He felt like someone’s strangling him. He can hear the voice in his head reminding him that that future will never happen, as evident in the letters in his backpocket.

“At night, I want to hear your voice welcoming me, and the squeal of our kids as they ran towards me. I want warmth in the bed, with you on the other side. Before I sleep, I want you to be the last one I laid my eyes on and when I wake up, I want you to be the first one I see.”

Dara’s heart swelled with happiness. He’s thinking of a future with her! And he wants kids, a family, a home! She lifted her gaze to look at him and her smile slowy faded when he saw the somber expression on his face. He talked about a future with her and yet he’s not happy?

“Something wrong?” She asked, her face drawn with concern.

“Nothing”, Jiro placed his hand on Dara’s head and her hair. “Sleep. Your vacant hour is long.”

Dara was about to say something but decided to shut . She felt like there’s a lot in Jiro’s mind that he’s not telling her, but she doesn’t want to push him if he doesn’t want to share it yet. An uneasy feeling crept inside her, robbing her of the happiness she felt a while ago. She shut her eyes and chase sleep, restlessness still lingering in her heart.

Jiro gently rubbed her upper arm with his hand, his eyes glued at the book shelf in front of them. His mind wandered back to the time when his family fell apart. He has a blurry memory of a normal home, the time when his father had a steady job. When their finances spiraled down, it was the time when his life was shot into hell. His father can only get part-time jobs and the pay is not even enough for their rent. Then, he sought comfort in drinking and that’s when the beating started.

He has been through hell to know that the sweet and dreamy notion about love conquering all odds, that you only need each other to be happy, is far from reality.

Jiro looked at the girl who was sleeping peacefully against his chest, her steady breathing entering his ears. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead and drew back, roaming his eyes on her face…wondering if and how long this fantasy will last.

***

The sticks of the lollipop are protruding from their lips as they sat at the bench while watching Battou running around in the park. Picaro’s eyebrows are drawn together, deeply pondering over something.

It’s been days and Namee is still avoiding him and ignoring his messages. The girl is still probably mad at him. No, not probably. She’s definitely pissed. Damn it. He doesn’t know what to do anymore. Why does it have to happen to him?

Picaro pulled the lollipop from his mouth and leaned down, resting his elbows on his thighs while exhaling audibly. Bonsai gave him a side-glace, his arms still draped at the back of the bench. He knew Picaro is thinking about Cheng but he chose to keep his mouth shut, focusing his gaze back to his five-year-old brother who was now playing with other kids.

“Bonsai…”

“Nope. Don’t talk to me about girls, man.”

“I did kiss her and-…”

“Oh great, we’re talking about girls”, Bonsai said sarcastically, shifting his lollipop to his other cheek.

“Will you just listen to me? I just have to let it out”, Picaro snarled at him.

“Just it up, man. I don’t want to listen to whatever’s going on between you and Namee Cheng”, he grimaced. “Feels like I’m listening to my Dad talking about girls.”

“So, anyway-…” Picaro continued, ignoring Bonsai’s groan of protest. “I did kiss her. I don’t know what came to me but it feels right at that moment.”

“You’ll probably notice my disinterested face, bu