To Be Kissed
February 21st, 2008 by C.Posted in Bedroom Blog |
It gets lonely sometimes—especially after being without someone for a year. There are times I find myself just wanting to be kissed and held. Correction: I am simply craving to be kissed and held.
But first, Marcus’s text message: “Sori about cofi & hw I actd. Make it up to u, promis!”
That was Wednesday and so far, no text from him. He could be really busy—or maybe this undefined relationship is just going nowhere.
Plus, I have to get What Happened In Boracay out of my system. Had to go there last weekend with my boss for a client meeting. Afterwards, I had a much-needed drink at one of those candle-lit low tables by the beach.
“Hey C.! Is that you?”
It was Jess, an old highschool classmate. Crush ng Bayan, circa 1999. “You look great! As in!” Tall, ripped, and with such a dazzling smile, he looked more gorgeous than ever—and he was looking me over appreciatively.
I was extremely flattered. Back in the day, he never paid attention to me. He plopped down beside me on the sand and we were suddenly talking. More drinks came. He stroked my arm. Then he traced circles on my knee. Suddenly, he was very, very close. He was nuzzling my ear. In my tipsy state, it felt really, really good.
But then I pulled away. “Uh, sorry,” I looked at Jess in alarm. “Sige, sorry, I-I have to go!”
Humiliating, I know. But then again, should I have just given in? Wala lang naman kami ni Marcus, right?