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
Alvin gently laid Patricia down on the long sofa, their lips still entwined in a fervent, almost desperate kiss. Their bodies, stripped of all clothing, pressed intimately together, the smoothness of their skin creating a delicious friction that sent sparks of heat coursing through them. Every inch of her bare skin was like a canvas, and Alvin, with his lips and hands, was an artist painting strokes of desire across it.He inhaled deeply, drawing in her intoxicating scent that seemed to cling to the very air around them. Patricia’s skin was flawless, soft as silk, the kind that tempted him to touch, to caress, and to taste every single inch. The mere thought of her perfect skin made him shudder with a primal need.“Ohhh—” Patricia moaned, her voice a sultry whisper filled with pleasure, as Alvin’s mouth moved across her chest, his lips expertly teasing her sensitive nipples. “A-Alvin, this is heaven, mmmnn—”Her eyes fluttered closed, her body arching in response to his ministrations.
The next morning, the soft, golden rays of the early sun crept through the curtains, casting a warm, dappled light across the room as Patricia woke up earlier than usual. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and morning dew. As she stretched, a small smile crept onto her lips. Today, she had planned to wake before Alvin and surprise him with breakfast—an attempt to shift the delicate dynamic between them. Slipping out of bed, she tiptoed through the quiet house, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her feet.As she neared the kitchen, she paused, surprised by the soft sounds of sizzling and the rich aroma of coffee brewing. Her brows knitted in confusion. Was Alvin already up?Entering the kitchen, Patricia found Alvin standing at the stove, his broad shoulders framed by the morning light streaming through the windows. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and he wore a casual gray t-shirt that hugged his frame. The scene was almost domestic, the sigh
Patricia's awareness faded as a torrent of sensations overwhelmed her. Her mind no longer registered anything but Alvin—the taste of him, the heat of his body pressing against hers. She barely noticed when he effortlessly lifted her, their lips fused in a fiery kiss that left her dizzy. His mouth, warm and commanding, tasted like a forbidden indulgence she’d been craving for far too long. The ache that had lingered in her for months was being satiated, little by little, with each press of his lips. She had missed this—the slow burn of desire, the way his kiss seemed to consume her. As Alvin's mouth moved against hers, it was as though he was unlocking a part of her that had lain dormant for years. Before she knew it, her back met the soft cushion of a bed, and Patricia gasped slightly, her eyes fluttering open. This wasn’t the room she had slept in last night. The unfamiliar surroundings should have jarred her, but the moment she looked up at Alvin, all sense of place faded. His gaz
"DO you know where Mang Lope lives, Aling Tere?" Patricia asked once more, her voice carrying a softer tone, almost as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile concern blooming in her chest. The gentle afternoon breeze rustled through the leaves of nearby trees, and she found herself momentarily lost in its soothing whisper.“Yes, it’s not far from here,” Aling Tere responded, her voice light and casual, unaware of the emotional weight those words carried for Patricia. She rattled off the house number, her hands busy wiping down the counter, while Patricia stood still, her thoughts elsewhere.Patricia's gaze shifted toward Alvin, standing beside her, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over her. His presence had always given her a strange mix of comfort and unease—something she couldn’t quite understand but didn’t mind either. She studied his face, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his dark eyes observed her with quiet curiosity. There was something grounding about hi
Alvin quickly took care of the purchase of Mang Lope’s land. With no issues from the old man’s side, the transaction went smoothly. The calm atmosphere of Sta. Clara had embraced them for the past few days, and tonight was their last night in the province. The evening was cool, and the sky above was dotted with stars, casting a serene glow over the quiet town. Patricia joined Alvin for a drink once again, the rustic charm of their surroundings adding to the intimacy of the moment.“You can't get drunk tonight because you’ll be driving tomorrow,” Patricia reminded Alvin, her eyes following his movements as he lounged comfortably at the table, the warm, amber light of the lantern flickering between them. Alvin chuckled softly, the sound low and rough, as if he were savoring the moment. He picked up his glass of beer, the cool condensation dripping down the side, and finished it in one smooth motion. His gaze was steady, but there was something contemplative in his eyes. “Pat, why are
"What kind of question is that, Alvin?" Patricia responded, her voice betraying the swirl of emotions she fought to suppress. She rose slowly from her seat, hoping the distance would help steady her nerves.But Alvin had other plans. Before she could take another step, he grasped her hand, his fingers curling around hers with a firm but gentle hold. With a swift tug, he pulled her back toward him, and before she knew it, Patricia lost her balance, landing unceremoniously in his lap. Her heart lurched as she found herself pressed against the heat of his chest, her senses instantly engulfed by his presence."A-Alvin—let me go," she stammered, her voice a mix of frustration and surprise. She planted her palms on his firm chest, the warmth of his body seeping through his shirt and into her skin as she pushed against him, trying to break free.But Alvin didn’t release her. Instead, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, a sound that rumbled deep within his chest. The air between them grew thick
Their lips met again, but this time, the kiss was bolder, filled with a hunger that hadn’t existed before. Patricia felt it in every fiber of her being—this was more than just a kiss. It was a release, a culmination of all the unspoken desires and long-buried emotions. She refused to let Alvin dominate her, not this time. Her own need matched his, driven by the realization that for too long, she had been starved of this kind of connection. It wasn’t just because she was a widow, aching for intimacy. No, this was deeper. It was as if she had been living in a desert, deprived of water, and Alvin was the first drop of rain in years.Her marriage had left her unsatisfied, unfulfilled—emotionally, physically, in every way. As she told Alvin earlier, it had never truly worked, leaving her parched, yearning for something more. But here, now, with Alvin, the man who had first stirred real passion in her, she felt that fire returning. It was undeniable, and there was no reason to fight it. Af
“Mmmmnnn—” was all that escaped Patricia’s lips as Alvin eagerly explored her womanhood, his skilled tongue weaving a tapestry of pleasure that unraveled her senses.The room was cloaked in shadows, a sanctuary of intimacy illuminated only by the soft, inviting glow spilling from the open door to the living room, casting a warm halo around them like a lover's embrace. It felt utterly exquisite to stand bare before him, every inch of her body exposed, vulnerable yet electrified by the palpable tension hanging in the air. With swift, deliberate movements, he had divested her of her clothing, leaving her skin feeling achingly sensitive, each breath she took stirring a rush of anticipation that flowed through her like silk.Every kiss he planted on her body felt like a caress from the sun, each one igniting her skin and setting her nerves alight. His lips, warm and inviting, traveled along the curve of her neck, down her collarbone, and lower still, mapping the terrain of her body with a f
"I want to spend the rest of my days loving and protecting you. And whatever it is you want to pursue, I promise to support you. I will never tire of supporting you, Pat. I love you deeply; that's the truth, and that’s the reason behind everything I do," Alvin murmured, his gaze tender yet intense, his eyes holding an unspoken plea that spoke straight to her heart.As Alvin's words hung in the air, Patricia felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest, melting the icy barriers she’d built around herself. For so long, she had carried the weight of mistrust, hesitant to fully open herself to anyone, fearing the pain of disappointment. But in Alvin’s steady gaze, she found an anchor, a sincerity that resonated so deeply it unraveled her defenses. The earnestness in his voice wrapped around her, reaching the wounded places within her that she’d guarded even from herself. Each promise he made breathed life into dreams she had long set aside, dreams of a love that could last a lifetime, a
"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her.She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a bittersweet realization that despite all the heartache, she finally knew the truth.The truth had a way of breaking things open, and as it settled over her, Patricia felt as if she had been stripped bare. There was a strange relief in it, yet also an unbearable sadness, a feeling that was both liberating and devastating. Sh
“I married Robert because I thought that by accepting him, he could replace you in my heart. I thought I could forget you. But I was wrong.” Patricia's voice trembled with melancholy, each word a delicate thread unraveling the tightly woven fabric of her past.The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced across the walls, reflecting the heaviness of her confession. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in, eager to absorb the weight of her sorrow. Each syllable hung in the silence, resonating like a distant echo of lost dreams and unfulfilled promises. As she spoke, Patricia felt as though she was peeling away the layers of her soul, exposing the raw wounds that time had not yet healed.Alvin's eyes widened with surprise, the warmth of his gaze replaced by a flicker of hurt as he absorbed her words. It was as if she had shattered the fragile glass of their shared history, revealing the jagged edges that lay beneath. He wanted to reach ou
"You have no idea what I lost, Alvin,” Patricia’s voice wavered, her words slipping out between the tears she could no longer contain.Her voice was barely a whisper, yet every syllable trembled with the weight of years spent holding back the pain. She looked at him, her gaze piercing, desperate for him to understand the enormity of what she had endured. For so long, she had tried to move on, to lock away the shattered dreams and hollow hopes that had crumbled when he’d left her to face it all alone.She drew a shaky breath, feeling her heart pound, and her hands trembled as she clutched at herself, as if trying to hold together the pieces of a broken heart. As she spoke, memories flooded back, raw and unfiltered.Nights she had spent curled up alone, crying into the darkness, the empty space beside her a cruel reminder of the love that never fully blossomed. She had convinced herself she could be strong, that she could move on and find happiness, but the truth was that Alvin had left
Patricia’s mind raced, swirling with memories of laughter, of shared dreams and whispered secrets, of all the moments that had led her to this crossroads. She wanted to lean into that warmth, to surrender to the promise of happiness he offered. But the fear of what could be—the pain of loving someone so fiercely, yet knowing the risks involved—held her back. Her heart ached with the weight of indecision, torn between the safe haven of her past and the exhilarating unknown that lay ahead. In that moment, she realized that love, with all its complexities, was still worth the risk.Patricia felt the heat of his palm as he held her hand tightly, his fingers intertwining with hers in a way that felt both familiar and new. It was almost as if he were afraid she would pull away, his grip strong yet gentle, conveying a desperation he rarely let show. She could feel the unspoken words, the promises and apologies, the pleas he hadn’t voiced. And for a moment, she considered it. She thought about
She loved Alvin back then, and even now, she still does, with a love so deeply embedded in her heart that she couldn't escape it, no matter how hard she tried. She had tried to shake it off, to bury it under layers of life’s demands, marriage, and all the roles she had to play. Yet, that love remained, undisturbed and persistent, like a quiet ember in the depths of her soul. It was the kind of love that stretched through time, unbound by distance or the walls they had built around themselves. She had hoped the years would dull the intensity, but each time she thought of him, it flared up, as painful and beautiful as ever. It was as though her heart had memorized the exact shape of his smile, the gentle warmth of his voice, and the way he once looked at her like she was the only person in the world.But that love felt wrong—so incredibly wrong—because it led her down a path she knew would only break her in the end. How could a feeling so pure also bring so much torment? Every memory of
The soft rush of water from the shower dragged Patricia back to reality, but no amount of steam could erase the lingering heat of their forbidden encounter. Every drop seemed to wash over her skin, but the guilt clung tightly, refusing to be rinsed away. Her mind spun as memories of Alvin’s touch replayed vividly in her thoughts, the way his hands had moved over her body, the way his lips had tasted. It had felt so intense, so undeniable—but now, in the clarity of the aftermath, she knew it was a mistake. The passion between them was like a wildfire that they couldn’t control, but it was wrong, and it needed to stop. Especially with Kelly, Alvin’s girlfriend, always lurking at the edges of their lives like a storm cloud ready to burst.Patricia’s heart twisted at the thought of Kelly, the woman who had every right to be with Alvin, the woman who didn’t know that, behind her back, things between Patricia and Alvin had reignited like a dangerous flame. Kelly wasn’t just a casual fling; s
Once again, Alvin claimed her lips, his mouth moving against hers with a fervor that ignited a fire within her. His fingers, tireless and deft, slid in and out of her sweetness, creating a rhythm that matched the racing beat of her heart. They were engulfed in an intoxicating heat, a world of their own where nothing else mattered but the two of them and the pleasure they shared. Patricia’s body responded eagerly to every assault he made against her, arching and pressing closer, instinctively seeking more of him.Before long, Alvin paused his kisses, pulling back just enough to let her catch her breath. But she barely had time to regroup when he knelt before her, and a thrill of anticipation raced through her. She knew exactly what the young man intended to do, and the mere thought of it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. There was no hesitation in her; she had no right to refuse his plan. Her body craved his touch, hungering for the connection that only he could provide.As he