21/07/2024
Miguel: (chuckling) Ano ba, Sana? What's gotten into you?
Miguel locked gazes with her as his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer.
Miguel: (breathlessly) Gusto kita, Sana.
Sana's breath caught in her throat, a mixture of surprise and desire flickering in her eyes. Mo
Miguel leaned in, but Sana pulled back, overcome with a sudden rush of uncertainty.
Sana: I... I can't.