Twenty three

“Why does the air feel sweet today? Do you guys feel that, marsi?” I almost choked on what Jc said. It’s eight in the morning, and we’re having breakfast on our room’s veranda. Our departure isn’t until two in the afternoon, but because the idiots have headaches, we just had breakfast sent up here. They’re too lazy to come down. Amy and Clint also came.

“I feel like I have this urge to share something because there’s no story.” They just laughed, and I just rolled my eyes because he’s looking at me.

The view here is also beautiful, like Tagaytay because there’s a beach and plenty of trees around. It’s not too noisy, so it’s really relaxing, and the air is cool.

“We feel that. It was sooo hot earlier. I was sweating buckets when I entered your room earlier.” Amy said.

I closed my eyes briefly. After what happened yesterday, we just went straight to the room. It was the usual routine, I showered and changed first, then he showered. We were just talking when I suggested we sleep beca