I was sitting on my bed trembling with the covers pulled to my chest. Yes, he changed the lounge sofa to a small bed the afternoon I moved in and laid claim to this room. After my face off with that woman and that kiss shared with Damian, I need some time to process it. I was so confident and was into my role a few seconds ago but now I feel scared. That woman nearly killed me and she was just here. Will she come back or will she concoct another devious plan to hurt me? And that kiss.... 

"What have you done? What would he think of you now? Seriously?? Kiss him??" I felt my insides churning. "Way to go Krystal. Uughh, what should I do now?" 

I recalled the events of earlier in my mind. How will I face him now? 

I was pulling my hair and kicking the air with frustration at what I have done. I have never kissed a guy before and I don't know what has gotten into me that I did what I did. What will Damian think of me? He will laugh at me for sure but why do I feel like.... I liked it. I absent mindedly put my hand to my lips and tried to feel the warmth of his lips. I should not fall for him, I reminded myself. It won't do me any good but that woman.. oh she can push me to the edge, no pun intended. My blood started boiling again. It's her fault.  

"She deserved that! Serves her right for assuming. Aaaaah, what should I do?" I want to rip her insides out. What is Damian doing now? Oh my god, I am such a clutch! He can't possibly think that I'm such a wanton woman." I was ranting to myself when I heard him clear his throat. He was standing at the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest.  

"What?" I instantly said and glared at him. God, why does he look even better now. My gaze slowly went to his mouth, those lips.. I shook my head. 

"Hey, she's gone. I'm not your enemy." He walked towards my bed and sat next to me. He rested his back on the headboard and stretched his legs on the bed. We stayed still like that, side by side for a moment. 

"What are you doing?" I sneered. "Why are you here?" I suddenly remembered the kiss we shared and started pulling my hair again.  

He was staring at the ceiling when he said, "Thanks for what you did earlier. I guess I'm not the only one who knows how to protect." 

I buried my face on the pillow that I have been clutching when my tummy let out a hungry roar. "I'm hungry," I blurted, thankful for an excuse. 

"Me too." Damian agreed. 

We were sitting at the kitchen counter with our plates of now cold pasta eating. My heart is still racing and I can't find myself concentrating on my food. My brain is wandering back to that kiss. How soft his lips were. I could taste the mint from the toothpaste on his lips too. 

"Hey!" Damian slightly nudged me. 

"What?" I snapped. 

"You need more practice, you know." 

My face reddened. Was my face that transparent that he saw I was thinking of our kiss. 

"Excuse me?? Just be happy that you get to be my first kiss." I said in an indignant tone.  

"What are you talking about? I was commenting on your cooking skills." he furrowed his brows then a smile slowly creeped over his face. "Oh, are you thinking of the kiss?" 

"Eat up! I'm full and you do the dishes." And with that, I stormed out of the kitchen. Why did I even say those words? I'm so annoyed at myself. I can feel my face heating up again and it was a wise move to leave or else he could see how red I am from embarrassment. 

I grabbed my phone on the night stand as soon as I entered my room and dialed Trisha's number. With everything that has happened to me these past few weeks, I needed to offload some to my best friend. 

It did not took too long before she picked up my call. 

"Hey girl, how are you?" her cheerful voice was so comforting and made me feel like myself again. I wished she was here, at least I would be able to get to her place and spend the whole day and night talking to her and doing things we both love but she isn't. She's pursuing her life dream of fashion designing in Paris thanks to her aunt. Between us, she is always the fashionable one, the head turner and need I say the most attractive to the boys in our campus. I, well am her shadow. I have never really liked being in the spotlight anyway so I'm cool with it. 

"I'm fine, same as always. How's Paris?" this is how we always start our conversation. Slowly, my anger and embarrassments dissipated. 

"I miss you babe, have you lost weight?" I got goosebumps from what I heard. How did she find out? I have not said anything to anyone even my family does not know the roller coaster of a situation I am in. 

"How did you know? Who told you?" I questioned her. I need to know to set things straight. 

"Oh you did!! That's good. I'm glad." 

"What??" Now I'm confused. 

"Babe, remember the measurements I took from you before I left? I've been designing clothes with those. For you. I do keep my promises. So you better not put on weight or my all-nighters might end up in vain. You are my muse you know." 

I then remembered the silly pact we made that when she hits it big in fashion, I'll be her model for her first collection. I never thought she would seriously do it. 

"You are kidding right?' I said testing the waters. "You haven't said anything after we made that promise and now after a few years you are reminding me? What if I'm too stressed with my job and gained weight or binge eating for some reason?"  

"Then you better make sure to get back in shape. I will catch up again with you soon, I am about to head out the door on a date. Talk to you soon babe and don't do anything stupid. I love you Krystal." 

"Love you too!" 

My phone call ended that way without me saying anything or not having a chance to do so. 

I sat on my bed and screamed when I saw him. "What in the world are you doing here?!!!" 

Damian was standing at the door and I swear I have not heard his footsteps or him open the door. He look so dead serious and his eyes are staring at me like piercing knives. 

"I thought you have never been with a man or never had a boyfriend but you do say I love you over the phone?" His voice was cold. "Come to think of it, you even kissed a man today. You surprise me, Krystal." 

I looked at him puzzled then it dawned on me. He must have heard me saying love you too to Trish. I shook my head and smiled. I can't believe this guy can also jump into conclusions and here I thought he is smart and calculative. 

"Oh that? That's nothing." I said and shrugged my shoulder. I stood up to get out of the room. I just don't want to have the same atmosphere as earlier.  

He was already in front of me after a few strides. "Krystal, need I remind you that you are my fiancé now, I do not appreciate you saying I love you to other men. Do I make myself clear?" 

I raised my head to meet his eyes. "Crystal clear." I said and maneuvered my way to the door. My heart was racing. I could still feel the heat of his breath on my face. The sound of my heart is getting louder and deafening. Why am I feeling like this?  

I flopped down the sofa in the living room and turned the TV on. I was browsing what to watch on Netflix when he passed me by. 

"I'll be in my office" he muttered and I just nodded. 

I chose to rewatch the Hunger Games series. Trish and I would gladly line up in theaters on the first day these movies were released. It was such a rave back then. My favorite part of it all was when Katniss was spinning and her dress was just on fire. How I wished I could be able to dress like that. It would have been lit. I chuckled at the pun I made. 

As I was immersed on to the TV, I suddenly doze off and was just jolted to reality when I felt something warm cover my body. Damian had put on a blanket over me. Now, he is squatting and just literally inches away from my face. I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. My eyes fluttered open and I rushed to get up but he held me down. 

"What?" I asked.

He smiled amusingly. Then closed the distance between us and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Good night sleeping beauty.' He said then he stood up and left. 

I lay there frazzled. My ears pounding with the sound of my heart. I reached for the remote and turned off the TV, then gathered the blanket and went to my room. 

The blanket smells of him. I folded it and laid next to my pillow so I can smell his lingering scent. A smile crept on my face as I went back to sleep.