We Need to Talk

It seemed Lana had got bolder since she had lived in Taguig, but she still couldn’t believe she had mustered up the courage to pop up at Xyrus's house. On the cab ride over, she was filled with nerves, but when she stood at his front door, she was certain she had made the right decision. All the fear evaporated at the first sight of him.

Donned in his black pajama pants and a white t-shirt, Xy had swept her in his arms, holding her as she cried, just as she imagined he would. It was proof that he felt as deeply as she did, and being taken care of by him was just another layer in the relationship that was brewing between them.

Now, he stood outside the bath, contemplating her request climb in. It was obvious he wanted to, she could see it written on his face, but the apprehension, probably tied in his fear of hurting her, was holding him back. Lana found it ironic that Xy was worried about hurting her, while her husband had no remorse during his attack.

“Please,” she added to her ple