Chapter 112: Foreign Feelings

Even before I could speak, he got on the motor. Slowly, I followed too, breathing heavily. Compared to the previous ones, I am now more conscious of touching him. My heart was pounding hard as I put my hands on his waist. I don't know what change, but this damn feeling is very foreign to me.

I know I'm trying so hard to avoid it. But in the few weeks we didn’t have a sensible conversation, the void was growing and it didn’t feel good. And now, despite my anger at Mommy, I feel relieved. It feels good to be with him like this again.

"Why isn't the light on inside?" I asked while looking at their house.

"Mama is in Capiz. Lola called," he answered and opened the gate.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

I shook my head. I stalked him as he went inside the house. He turned on the light and gestured to me

sofa. He opened the first buttons of his polo and went upstairs. When he returned, he was wearing a gray t-shirt.

"I already cooked the menudo before leaving. I'll just heat it up. Is that okay w