The Past...“GOOD morning, sleepyhead.”Alvin's gentle voice wrapped around Patricia like a warm blanket, pulling her from the last remnants of sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Patricia stretched lazily, the cool sheets sliding off her skin as she blinked away the haze of slumber.“Hey, you’re here early,” she remarked, her voice still tinged with the softness of sleep. She sat up slowly, running a hand through her tousled hair, feeling the faint chill of the morning air on her skin.“Yeah, I came straight here so we could have breakfast together,” Alvin replied, his tone affectionate as he perched on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and the familiar scent of his cologne—woodsy with a hint of spice—filled her senses as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I missed you,” he added, his voice low, almost a whisper.A quiet laugh escaped Patricia’s lips, a gentle soun
The Past...Patricia noticed the sudden flash of offense in Alvin's eyes, the brief spark igniting a tension between them that was palpable in the small space they occupied. The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across Alvin's chiseled features, highlighting the tightness in his jaw and the subtle furrow of his brows. She braced herself for his response, anticipating the sharp retort that would surely follow as his lips parted to speak."You're being harsh," Alvin said, his voice low and edged with a hint of hurt that belied his usual confident demeanor. Despite the emotion evident in his tone, his arms remained firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.Patricia arched an eyebrow, her own defenses rising in response. The subtle scent of his cologne—musky with a hint of citrus—filled her senses, making it harder to maintain the barrier she desperately tried to keep between them. "B
Patricia remained silent as she and Alvin dined together. They had gone to a charming seafood restaurant, and Alvin had thoughtfully ordered dishes she particularly loved. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose, but deep down, she was grateful. The rich aroma of freshly grilled seafood filled the air, making her stomach rumble with anticipation.“You’re really hungry, huh?” Alvin remarked, his voice tinged with amusement as he watched her eat with gusto.Patricia smiled softly at him, her eyes momentarily meeting his before she returned to her meal. The flavors exploded on her tongue, each bite a reminder of how much she had missed a proper meal. At that moment, all her worries faded into the background as she indulged in the delicious spread before her.“I haven’t really had breakfast yet, Sir Alvin. And last night, I didn’t have a proper dinner either—just some oatmeal,” she explained, her voice trailing off as she scooped up another mouthful of rice, the grains warm and comforting
The kiss between them deepened, growing more intense with each passing second. Alvin’s lips moved against hers with a fierce urgency, as if he had been starving for her touch, for the taste of her. The raw hunger in his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through Patricia, making her head spin. It felt like he was trying to consume her, to make her his in every way, and she couldn’t help but respond with equal fervor. Each kiss, each caress, seemed to fan the flames of desire burning inside her. She felt herself slipping, losing control as Alvin’s lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed her body, their touch igniting every nerve ending, making her shiver with anticipation. “Oh, Alvin—” Patricia moaned, her voice a breathless whisper as she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Alvin’s lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her throat before descending further. Each kiss felt like a bran
“There’s no one else here, so most of the time, we’ll be eating out,” Alvin remarked as they stepped into the house, his voice resonating through the high ceilings of the spacious foyer.Patricia’s eyes wandered around the room, drinking in every detail of the grand, yet tastefully designed space. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft, golden light filtering through the tall windows, while the walls, adorned with elegant artwork, added a touch of sophistication to the home. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of lavender, giving the house a cozy yet refined atmosphere. The antique furniture, each piece meticulously crafted and preserved, hinted at the home’s rich history. It was a house that held stories, and Patricia couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.“This place is beautiful,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to take in her surroundings. But as soon as the words left her lips, she quickly shook
“And what are you doing in Batangas? Why didn’t you tell me ahead of time?” Caleb’s voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the room like a blade. Patricia could feel the tension in the air, his frustration palpable even through the phone. She sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his questions pressing down on her. She knew he was angry, and she couldn’t blame him.“What are you doing, Patricia? Why do you have to go through all of this? We could have done everything the right way,” Caleb continued, his tone laced with irritation and disappointment, each word a reminder of how much he cared for her.Patricia closed her eyes briefly, taking another deep breath to steady herself before she spoke. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. This was all so sudden, and—”“So, what do you mean by that? Does that man make sudden decisions just to upset you? You don’t need to do this, Tracy. I’m here for you; I won’t abandon you. If it’s about money, we have plenty. That’s not the problem,” Cale
"What exactly are we doing here, Alvin?" Patricia's voice cut through the thick silence, her curiosity tinged with the underlying tension that seemed to simmer between them. She watched as Alvin slowly took a sip from his glass, his movements unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. The living room of the old house they were in exuded an air of forgotten grandeur—dust-covered furniture, dim lighting, and the faint scent of aged wood creating an almost nostalgic atmosphere. The walls, adorned with old paintings and photographs, seemed to whisper stories of the past, stories that now felt eerily close to Patricia's own.Alvin leaned back into the worn leather of the antique chair, his expression contemplative. "I've been purchasing some land out here," he finally said, his voice low and deliberate. "I’m thinking about starting a new business."Patricia, sitting across from him on an old yet elegantly carved wooden sofa, tilted her head slightly, studying him. "A new business?"
Alvin’s eyes lingered on Patricia as she disappeared into the shadows of the old house, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he returned to his drink. The room around him was steeped in the kind of silence that only comes with the night, broken occasionally by the soft creaking of the wooden floors and the distant hum of crickets outside. He tried to convince himself that the warmth he felt wasn’t real, that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on him. But deep down, Alvin knew better. The truth was undeniable—he was happy to see her again, happier than he had been in years.He wasn’t lying when he said he missed his best friend. Since Patricia left his life, it was as if a part of him had been missing, a part that listened to him, understood him, and filled the quiet spaces with meaning, even when his stories were trivial. The memories of their late-night conversations, the shared laughter, and the easy comfort they found in each other’s presence resurfaced, tugging at a corner of his