The morning after…

The morning when you contemplate on the ramifications of your hormone-driven, thoughtless actions…  The morning when you wonder how are you ever going to face that person again, now that he has gotten way more than just your digits?! 

I never expected the lethal effect that a Gerald Anderson can inflict on a woman.  How did those other girls ever manage to live to see the next day after a night with one Gerald Anderson?  I fear that my tingling body can never again regain its normal functions.  Not when his scent, his touch, his oh-so-ic, knicker-soaking kisses are still embedded within every cellular membrane! 

The smart thing would be to stay away from such destructive weapon and resist temptation…but damn!  Why do I feel so excited at the thought of seeing him again?!  Why do I keep glancing at my darn watch, secretly cursing that it’s not moving fast enough?  Why is my head filled with images of the two of us in bed, and wishing for more of that glorious, magical night? 

Kimberly, for goodness’ sake, get your head out of such sinful, lustful land!  Seriously, thinking about a , humping Gerald while I’m kneading dough is not doing me any good.  I’m pretty sure it’s bad business to serve customers -shaped breads for breakfast! 

 It was 4am before I could actually gather up the courage to leave the gorgeous sight upon me in all his glory!  I didn’t even bother looking for my scattered pieces of clothing to avoid waking him up.  I just grabbed the first piece of clothing that I could get a hold of which was his shirt, not caring that my expensive, new set of lingerie may now end up as Ge’s souvenir for our one night stand.  Since my car was left at the bar, I had to carnap his, knowing that he is more than capable of finding another way to get to work. 

 How does one face an ex- partner the very next morning?  The bar had opened half an hour ago and the two evil minds in my head are still engaged in a heated battle.  Although I let the excited, side win this time, I was still having second thoughts as I opened the door.  I just know that whatever his reaction will be, it will still come down to me making a total fool of myself in front of all these spectators.  If he acts as if nothing happened, I will shamefully and dramatically crash into the ground complete with a defeated, heartbreaking wail.  If he smiles and acknowledges, my bones will melt and I will shamefully crash into the ground, my wobbly knees useless to my cause.

 It took every ounce of willpower to act all cool and casual as I walked in but my insides were being attacked by a violent hurricane.  Just my luck!  Of all the people in that room, my eyes had to fall straight into his summoning gaze!  As if looking at me that way wasn’t enough to cause me to bump straight into the table in front of me, he had to use his mysterious, semi-smile that screams, ‘I know what you did….last night’! 

 “Guess who!”

 Thank God, before he could get within groping distance, I was saved by my angel of a brother Matt. 

 “Kuya Matt!  My God!  When did you get here?!”

 Matt:  Hi baby sis!  I have missed you little girl!  I got to mom’s early this morning.  I have been calling you but you have been so impossible to get a hold of! 

 Gerald:  That’s because she left her phone at my place.

 I’m not sure which one caused my catatonic state; the fact that Gerald was standing right behind me, close enough to make my heart skip a beat and make every hair of my body stick up…or…the fact that he just announced to a room full of audience that we slept together! 

 Matt:  Glad to know that acting all grown up and owning your own business still hasn’t changed you one bit baby sis.  You’re still bugging the out of my best bud here huh?

 “Somebody’s gotta keep him on his toes while you’re not around.”

 Boy!  Am I relieved that Matt’s mind is not as infiltrated with filth as mine! 

 I never thought that I would ever feel less than enthusiastic to catch up with my beloved brother.  The whole time we were talking, catching up by the kitchen, I was wishing that I was catching up with Gerald instead, which does not necessarily involve any talking.  In fact, I welcomed the change when Matt finally decided to leave my side and bug Mel instead. 

 Gerald:  I reached for you but you weren’t there.

 Of course I had to be stirring the butterscotch sauce when he startled me so there goes the hot-sauce-coated-stirrer flying straight into his forehead.

 “Oh God!  I’m so sorry Ge!  Quick here, put your head under this running water before it will leave a mark.”

 Gerald:  I should have figured, your way of branding me is bound to involve pain and injury on my part!

 “Sorry na.  Ikaw kasi eh!  Your timing is impeccable as always!”

 Breathing suddenly became impossible as if somebody had clogged my pipes while he was staring at me with his bone-melting stares as I was wiping his forehead dry.

 “It’s a little red but I don’t think you got burned.”

 You have no idea how much effort talking (or more like purring) requires when I am deprived of oxygen and sanity.

 Gerald:  You left me.

 “Huh?”

 Gerald:  I want to wake up with you hun.

 Oh !

 As if those words are not enough to cause hyperventilation, he was also touching my cheek and treating me to his serious, drop-them--now sort of gaze while saying those words! 

 “Oh uhm…”

 .  I came to battle unprepared. I have never even thought this through, have I?  I pre-occupied my brain with thoughts of Gerald that I never even considered the impact of one night of pleasure to our friendship or whatever it is that we have.

 Gerald:  One night with you and I lost my car!  Somebody warned me once that women will strip you bare, take away everything and then just leave you cold.  Your dad is a wise man.

 “I’m sure you’ll be hearing more than just my dad’s wisdom if he finds out that you wanted me to walk the dark streets alone at 4am!”

 Gerald:  Of course I don’t want you doing that!  I wanted you safe, in my bed, in my arms Kimmy!  I want to wake up and see your beautiful face first thing in the morning. 

 Here he goes again with his y, low growl and that damn electrifying touch that never fails to reduce me to a whimpering, melting puddle.  There’s this musky, male sort of scent that lingers from his every breath that I have come to love.  It’s some potent aphrodisiac that must be bottled for my 24/7 sniffing pleasure. 

 Gerald:  Hun if you keep sniffing me like that, I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing you.  I don’t care whoever walks in on us!

 Call me a ho if you must but I kept on exercising my right of freedom to sniff, sighing dreamily even, hoping that he will stay true to his threats.  And boy oh boy!  Am I glad that he is the kind of man who knows how to keep his words!  Who cares if the whole town walks in on us while we were making out in that kitchen?  So what if the health inspectors close us down for unsanitary practices?  I intend to continue this happy streak!

  Vince:  Kimmy I need you in the---Holy mother of God!

 It was first instinct to leap away from Gerald’s lap but too late…my chef Vince had witnessed the major tongue-fencing marathon in the kitchen.  Apparently Gerald wasn’t all that affected to be caught-red handed because he pulled me back in ready to plunge another assault to my swollen lips. 

 Gerald:  Kimmy’s on her break Vince and she may take a while.  Get Matt to help out. 

 All the while, his eyes never left my face…I don’t know if it’s just my hormones going berserk but I find that a real big turn on.

 Vince:  Oh.  Right.  Gotcha bro.  Do you want me to lock this door?

 My God!  I so need a serious dose of reality check.  I was actually willing to put my on display?  Something is really wrong and Ge is to blame!

 “No, no!  That won’t be necessary.  I’ll be right there.”

 Vince:  Don’t be silly Kimmy.  Take your time!

 “I’m coming.  Just give me a couple of minutes, I just need to talk to Ge.  Oh and Vince, you know you’re dead if anyone finds out right?”

 Vince:  Oh no, we can’t have me dead, I have a hot date tonight!  Okay pinky swear, if word gets out, they never heard it from me.   I’ll keep a look out for you guys while you “talk”.  Have fun kids!

 “Oh great!  Now Vince thinks we’re getting it on!”

 Gerald:  Honey, we are getting it on!  He had seen us getting it on!  Now, where were we?

 “Ge, keep your hands to yourself for a minute will you?  We can’t keep doing this!”

 Gerald:  Why not?  And what’s this thing about keeping ‘us’ a secret?

 “There’s no secret to tell because there’s no ‘us’!  We’re friends.”

 Gerald:  We’re lovers.  And you love every minute of it.

 I guess he has a point.  We have exchanged bodily fluids.  I guess that makes us lovers. 

 “Is that what you want?”

 Gerald:  That and so much more but I don’t want to scare you away.

 What the hell does that even mean?  I hate it when he speaks in riddles!  Is he saying he wants more than a bed mate?  Does he have kinkier options in mind?  Should I really be scared?  The most extreme I can try is , but only with men.  God, I hate the thought of sharing him with another woman! 

 “Let’s just get things straight before we agree in this whole secret- lovers affair.  I am so not kissing another chick on the lips.  Not even if she’s Scarlet Johanssen!  I am a meat-lover dammit!”

 Gerald:  Well, glad to hear that a night in bed with me wasn’t lousy enough to cause you to cross over to your own kind!  Kimmy why are you even thinking about kissing chicks? 

 “Huh?  Oh, never mind.  I gotta go help Vince.”

 Did I allow my imagination to wander a little too far? 

 Gerald:  Honey wait! 

 But then again, who can get a grip on their sanity when a guy as handsome and as hot as Gerald is chasing right behind you then sweetly wraps his arms around your waist?  My resistance powers are no match to his sweetness.  My insides are so giddy, I don’t know if my bladder can ever recover again from that constant feeling of wanting to pee so badly!

 Gerald:  Can I come over tonight?

 He took those words to a husky, sultry whisper and I was done for!  I just had to turn around and claim those oh-so-yummy lips again!

 “Oh crap!  I forgot, Matt’s sleeping over tonight!”

 Gerald:  Matt and I will both sleep over.  We’ll get him blind drunk then I can sneak into your bedroom!

 “Sorry loverboy but if I remember correctly, you usually are crawling on the floor before you can even get Matt halfway drunk!”

 Gerald:  Well then, we can slip some sleeping pills on his dinner.

 That was so uncalled for, I could not resist the urge to whack him on the head.  “Hey, that’s my brother you’re thinking of getting drugged!  You know I’ll kick your if you do something like that!”

 Gerald:  Awww!  I was just kidding!  So lover, when do I get to see you again?

 “You see me everyday.”

 Gerald:  Let me re-phrase that.  When do I get to see you without your clothes and make love to you again?

 “Geez, you don’t hold back do you?”

 Gerald:  Not when it comes to a matter of life and death.

 “Ang drama mo!”

 Gerald:  I’d die if I don’t get to have you again hun.  So, just say when and I’m there.

 “You do realize you’re as corny as hell, right?  Well, definitely not tonight and you won’t have much luck tomorrow, since we have that family camping trip.  I’d say, probably never.”

Gerald:  Don’t say such awful words hun. Besides, by tomorrow you’d probably be dying to get me into the woods for a quickie.

“As if!  You’re cute but I’m not all that crazy and over you!”

Gerald:  You are so into me sweetpea.  There’s no way out. 

“Arghh!  You have an ego the size of Greenland!”

Gerald:  And yet you still want me.  If that’s not love, I don’t know what is!

Arrrgghhh!  He’s so arrogant and deliberately annoying and it pisses me off that all it takes is a touch or a whisper for me to surrender to his charms.  The man does not play fair and still I let him win.  That is just so not me to give up all my defenses just like that.  Something is really wrong.  I am losing a grip on my principles and it’s all because of Gerald!