One More Chance
Chapter 151: Lost In His Eyes

~~~ get lost in your eyes and I feel my spirits rise, and soar like the wind.

Is it love that I am in? I get weak, in a glance

Isn't this what's called romance? And now I know 'cause, when I'm lost I can let go. I don't mind not knowin' what I'm heading for

You can take me to the skies. It's like being lost in heaven when I'm lost in your eyes~~~

-Lost in Your Eye (Debbie Gibson)-

"Because of pride, ego, and I was too afraid you won't like me too. You know, I wasn't the common teenager back then. I have a lot of freckles, I have braces, I use glasses and not to mention the insecurities I have in me. So, I tried to change myself, my style. I enrolled in a gym and tried some men's products to treat those pimples and acne."

I was blown away by his revelation. I suddenly realized that every time we have this kind of conversation, I always ended up discovering something new and more surprises from him.

"But then you still ignored me when I turned sixteen, especially when I started showing my feelings." I bit my lip because I know I sounded disappointed.

"I'm sorry," he smiled.

"You're sorry because you met your ex-girlfriend and you fell in love with her?"

"No!" He exclaimed. "I'm sorry because, at that time, I got scared that I might hurt you, besides, you didn't wait for me to move, you started chasing me---"

"Oh, my goodness, please stop!" I interrupted him, laughing. "I don't want to hear that craziness anymore! Let's change the subject!" I immediately grabbed the glass of wine and drank it with just one gulp.

"Would you like some dessert?" He asked afterward.

"Hmm... may sakit lang ang tinatanong," I replied, biting my lower lip.

"What? What did you say?" He asked, confused but smiling.

"You asked me if I would like some dessert, right? Then I said, may sakit lang ang tinatanong."

"What do you mean by that? I can't understand your words,"

I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw how cute his reaction was not to mention how handsome he was when he flashed me a confused smile.

"It's one of the Filipino's witty ways of answering an obvious question with an obvious answer too. You asked me if I would like to have some dessert, well, of course, I'd like to have dessert! And those words mean, only those sick should be asked." "Hmm..."

I held my breath when he suddenly leaned forward and his face was now less than a foot away.

"Don't worry, I'll take time to study the Filipino language when I get back to the office, so you won't be able to play with me anymore." He then pinched the tip of my nose.

"Alright, I can be your teacher if you want," I winked at him.

"I like that idea, sweetheart,"

And then we laughed together.

After having dessert and throwing some jokes that we ever did for the first time since we met each other, I insisted on washing the dishes.

"Sam, I told you, you don't have to do it, I can do it later."

"Nope, I'll help even at least with the dishes. It's the only thing I can do to appreciate your efforts tonight."

"But Sam---"

"Hep!" I don't know what happened to me as I put my index finger on his lips to silence him. Maybe it's all because of the alcohol. "Let me do it or else this will be our last dinner together," I warned him, still not taking my finger.

I still haven't realized what I was doing until he slowly grabbed it and he leaned closer. We're currently standing in front of the sink and were about to start washing the dishes.

"Fine, I'll let you do it, but just this once."

I don't understand how I felt when he kissed me on the forehead, but what I don't understand the most is that I even closed my eyes while his lips still lingered on my skin and slowly uttered the word 'thank you'.

I only opened them when I heard the silence surrounding the atmosphere. But then I held my breath again when I found him staring at me... intensely.

"Luke..." I whispered, not knowing what to say.

He slowly moved his hand to touch

my face and my traitor heart allowed me to lean on his touch. It had been a long time since I had felt that unexplained feeling inside my stomach. It seemed like a roller coaster of sparks and emotions crawled up my system as our

breaths mingled in the air.

"I love you," he uttered, barely a whisper that made my eyes well up with tears. "I love you much, Sam." "Luke---"

I didn't get the chance to continue what I was going to say when he had already filled the gap between us. He captured my lips in a sensual kiss that sent shivers down my spine and for God's sake, I felt like I was back to being a teenager who excitedly met his lips for the first

time.

At first, it was slow and passionate that still allowing me to feel what I have for him, but then, as I let him lead, the kiss deepened. The simple kiss was now turning into a hungry, intense one that was now seeking demand. Inhibitions wrapped me at first, but my heart seemed to have its own mind and soul as I found myself already responding to his kisses. My arms encircled his neck and finally, all the inhibitions disappeared.

I felt his arm wrapped around my waist and a gasp escaped my lips when he pulled me closer. Our chests collided. My skin seemed like on fire with his every touch and it's making me more insane and longed for it.

He then pulled my ponytail down but I didn't protest. Well, how can I, when he began massaging my scalp and down to my back? I began to move on my own and found my hand over his head, gently tugging his soft hair.

At that moment, it was not just my skin that was on fire but my whole body that was aching and longing for him, especially when his lips dropped down to the crook of my neck and the blade of my shoulders.

My knees trembled as the pleasure

build inside, but he was quick to support my weight. His hands then moved under my thighs. An instinct kicked in me and I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. A few seconds later, I felt him move and the next thing I know, was on top of the dining table and he was standing between my legs.

A soft moan bubbled out of my throat when I felt his erection poking my abdomen. But then a smile quickly flashed on the corner of my lips when I heard him groan. I realized at that very moment that it wasn't just me who was affected and that he felt the same way too. He continued to kiss me and I tilted my head so that his lips could move freely on my neck. At that time, I couldn't keep my hands from moving, stroking his biceps and feeling the hardness of his muscles.

"Oh, God, sweetheart, tell me when to stop." He whispered, but his lips kept moving down my neck.

I blinked repeatedly, not knowing what to say to him because even I, myself don't know when I stop or when should I stop as pleasure and desire had already consumed my entire body and sanity. "Sam..."