Chad De Guzman is a 17-year-old Filipino guy living in the Philippines with his mother. He's the captain of a volleyball team in his school, and is a traveler. Though he's funny, quirky, go-with-the-flow guy, he's pretty emotional when it comes to h...
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My head is resting on something hard, and it's definitely not on a pillow. I slowly open my eyes, squinting every now and then as my eyes adjust to the room's brightness. Surprisingly, even though my head is rested on some hard object, it actually feels comfortable somehow. Once my eyes have adjusted, I look up to see what I'm resting on – and it's actually not an object, but rather it's a person.
Isaiah's still fast asleep, his mouth is slightly up. He does cute little snores that's not too irritating in the ears, and his chest heaves up and down slowly. His brows are slightly furrowed, his cheeks a little pinker.
Now I'm not one of those men who have toxic masculinity. In fact, I support all male physical contacts – whether it's a hug between two men, men cuddling with each other. It doesn't have to mean anything – it's just two friends having a great moment without turning it into an awkward fest. I mean, if there's something special going on between them, then who cares?
Back in the Philippines, I used to sleep over in Max's house, and vice versa, and we did a lot of cuddling. I also like to give him hugs in public because why not? I'm a total hugger. When someone goes through my Facebook photos, they'd usually comment about pictures of me hugging a lot of people.
As you can see, cuddling with my step-brother is no big deal for me. It's just quite a little shocking because, even though he's my step-brother and our parents are dating, I really don't know much about this guy. He's not a total stranger to me – it's just, there's something I can't explain when I'm with this guy.
Isaiah's arm is draped on top of me while his other hand is wrapped beneath my waist, and when I try to lift his arm, he clicks his tongue and tightens his hold on me. He mumbles in his sleep, pouting a bit.
"Isaiah," I whisper, blowing on his face to wake him up. "Isaiah."
His face scrunches up but he remains unbothered at my attempt to wake him up.
"Isaiah, wake up. You're crushing me with your weight." I blow on his face again.
His eyes flutter open. He looks at the room, then to me, blinks a few times, then his eyes widen. He rolls immediately and falls on the ground, groaning once he has recovered.
"I'm sorry," he looks apologetic.
I laugh. "That's fine. I was trying to wake up you, but it turns out you are a bit of a heavy sleeper. I just need to pee, but I couldn't get out since you were basically putting all your weight on me, so I had to wake you up."
"Well, I'm glad you did. Didn't want to crush you with my awesome built."
"Uh, sira-ulo. Abnoy."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, try to figure it out." I tell him, laughing as I make my way to the bathroom. "We pretty much say that to anyone acting weird, mostly to friends."
