Rainbows After the Rain (Fuck and Forget Series #1)

02.

Good kisser

Instead of leaving, I walked back and handed him my handkerchief. Nangangalay na ang kamay ko pero hindi niya parin kinuha. He didn't even acknowledge me. He just kept on crying! For God's sake!

And I know he was aware of my presence. Hindi niya parin tinanggap kaya halos isubsob ko iyon sa mukha niya.

"Take it or throw it," I said nonchalantly.

Bumuntong-hininga siya bago kinuha ang panyo ko at pinahid sa mukha niya, completely blocking me from seeing him.

And I was about to peek on his face when he did the most disgusting thing ever in front of me! Putangina! Suminga siya sa panyo ko! Gago 'to ah?!

Napatulala ako at napakurap nang ilang beses. Hindi pa siya nakuntento sa isang beses dahil tatlong beses niyang ginawa! Sa harap ko mismo! Fuck!

My handkerchief was filled with catarrh! I could see it! It was a color green! Fuck it! That was even my fucking favorite handkerchief! It has my customized name ‘Nicklaus Cairo’ in it!

"Thanks," he said after disposing my handkerchief in the nearest trashcan like he didn't do something.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed his collar, pinning him against the wall. He groaned as his back hit it. Tinukod ko ang kaliwang kamay sa sink para hindi ko siya madaganan, but we were so close I could smell his breath—alcohol mixed with vomit.

But then, something else caught my attention.

A sweet vanilla scent.

I was taken aback with his sweet scent. Natabunan niyon ang amoy ng suka niya. I furrowed my brows as I felt the urge to bury my nose in his neck to smell him more...

It took me a few minutes to regain my senses. I blinked. If I hadn't heard him groan like he was in pain, I wouldn't have come back to my right state of mind.

I pulled myself together. Napakurap ako nang marealized kung ano ang naisip ko kanina! What the...fuck. Smell him? Smell who, you fucker?!

I gritted my teeth, growing even more annoyed. As I tightened my grip on his collar, I tried to recall the reason for my irritation. He groaned in pain again.

"You fucking..." My voice faltered as I finally saw his face.

My mouth gaped. He's...pretty.

Ang amo ng kaniyang mukha, ang tangos ng ilong, at ang pula ng labi. His eyelashes were long, and because his eyes were close, his eye lashes were brushing against his blushed rounded cheeks. Ang cute ng pisnge niyang lumolobo. His angelic face makes him looked like an angel in disguise. Iyong tipong kahit gaano kagalit, para ka lang sinisermonan ng anghel. He looked so...soft.

His long hair is tied in a bun. And I didn't know someone would look so good in a long hair. Usually, kapag long hair, mukhang dugyot na matured.

But this guy...he looked good and attractive with it. Hindi lang siya maganda...gwapo rin. He looked actually pretty...handsome. He could pull off both looks...effortlessly.

Sa sobrang pagkatulala ko ay hindi ko na namalayang nabitawan ko na ang kwelyo niya. I was still holding on it, but my grip already loosened.

I opened my mouth to say something, but froze when our eyes met.

For the second time around, I couldn't find my voice. I was lost...in his eyes. He has the most beautiful moonlight eyes yet it reflected both pain and sadness...instead of comfort.

His eyes had a different gleam, filled with pain and emptiness. It was like looking into a mirror, but unlike me, he was transparent.

I was used to hiding my emotions, while he was easy to read. Just one look into his eyes was enough.