(Tara’s POV)
Stella is freaking out, but my heart is about to burst out because of my stupidity. This morning when his lips touch mine, I can not deny the longing of tasting his kiss. If Samantha did not show up, I would drown in him, and who knew what would happen next. That breathless few seconds brought fever to every part of my body.
Just a while ago, I did another stupid thing. I only meant to tease him, but I felt like I fell into the right place when I fell into his lap, in his arms. I was lost when he wrapped his arms around me. Heat crept through me, making me ached for him and yearning for another kiss.
When our eyes met, I wished to ask him many questions, but I was afraid to hear the answers. I don’t want to be one of the many on his list. I don’t even know him. I shouldn’t even be here in the first place.
Damn that smile! When he smiled, showing me those p
(Tara’s POV)I called Gianna, and she explained everything in between her cries. I was sitting on the sofa, still shocked and unable to move, trying to think where to get money for the hospital bills. No one will shoulder the cost since it was a hit-and-run case. Although Stella assured me she would do something, I felt helpless and powerless about our present situation.Stella is facing her computer now, probably checking her account. We need quite an enormous amount of money for Ivana’s operations, and it has to be done soon in a big hospital.When I stand up, Stella raises her head and gives me a hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Tara, I’ll do everything I can to get the amount we need by tomorrow. Just give me time to pool the resources,”“I...” I have no one to go to. This is one of the times when I wish John and I are still together. We did not experience t
(Tara’s POV) Did we just solve our problem? Stella squealed and hugged me. I remained standing, blinking, thinking of Blake. If I didn’t see the car leaving, I would go outside and run to him. “OMG, Tara!” She said, leaning on the sofa. “The heaven must have heard your prayers.” Then she glances at me. “What did you do at the convenience store, by the way? Why did it take you long to come back?” Her nose crinkles, then sniff. I got conscious that I had to move back. “What?” My eyelashes flutter as I tilt my head to smell my shoulder. “Did you buy a new perfume?” She eyed me, then shook her head. “Never mind.” She looked on her side, groping her phone that fell on the sofa. I bite my lips. Being too close with Blake, the addicting scent of his perfume must have stuck on my shirt... and hair. Wow! I should ask him next time what perfume he uses. It did really stick in my shirt and hair, probably even in
(Tara’s POV)“Tara, you’re...you’re early,” He stammers, his face turning pale like he stops breathing for a few seconds.I was sure my face was red. I could feel the heat creeping through my skin as I saw Blake wearing nothing except the lightweight towel hugging his hips. Like him, I stopped breathing. His hair is still dripping wet, looking like a model of expensive male perfume. I swallowed hard as my eyes feasted on his well-developed physique. How could heaven give this man a perfect body? This is one of those moments that I would want to open Google to look for a better word to describe him at this moment. Hunk? Sexy? A very sexually attractive man.“Hi!” I said, staring at the ceiling and pressing my lips. If I look down, my eyes would again wander from his face down to his hips, and I would imagine thousands of things that I shouldn’t be thinking.&
(Tara’s POV)The big analog wall clock in the hospital lobby shows it was 2:45 in the afternoon already. Stella and I went on separate ways. She looked for someone to talk to in the information area to ask about Ivana’s condition while I went to the hospital ward where my sisters were. There were about fifteen patients in there, and with some curtains closed, it was hard to see them.“Tara!” Gianna cried, running towards me.I turned in her direction and hugged my sister.“I’m so glad you’re here,” She said in between her sobs.I moved back to look at her. I placed my palms on her cheeks. “Yes, I’m here. Where’s Ivana?” I asked, taking a glimpse at the direction where she came from.“Uhm...” She swallowed. Instead of answering, she held my right hand, wiping her tears, while we walked towards the closed
(Tara’s POV)“Aunt Tara!” Sean ran to me, hugging me. I felt relief that I put down the coffee cup. “I miss you, Aunt Tara!” He said, jumping for me to carry him.My face flushed red, smiling at the little boy in front of me. “Me too, I miss you,” I said, pinching his cheeks lightly. I carried him and had him in my lap as I turned my face on my ‘cute Hector’ playing and singing Un Poco Loco.He was laughing as well when he finished singing. “Whew! That’s kinda embarrassing,” He said sheepishly. Perhaps without the makeup, I would see him flushing red.I could not hide my emotions at this moment. I was giggling, wiping my tears that kept on rolling my cheeks because of this overwhelming unidentified feeling.“I thought you’re in Bali,” I said, standing up, still carrying Sean in my arms.He took Sean in
(Blake’s POV)This may not be the costume I had in mind, but I was glad Samantha had thought of Coco as our costume to cheer up Tara. As for Sean, we have no idea if he was excited about wearing the outfit or seeing Tara again. But as soon as some people took our pictures when we entered the hospital, I was glad no one could recognize us from our get-up. I had to be in this looks to freely hold Tara’s hands on the street without worrying Paparazzi dragging her pictures in social media.I knew it was not a good idea to sit with John. I don’t need to do a little digging about him. I knew him to be the son of an influential family in this town, but not his relationship with Tara. She seemed to evade questions about him.“What do you like to eat?” I asked, giving her the menu card. I pretended to look busy scanning the list of dishes, but I could feel the tension between them.“Have you eaten?” She as
(Blake’s POV)“Samantha, what are these?” I shouted from my office.Her stiletto shoes made a ‘clang’ sound as she walked towards my office. She raised her brows and pursed her lips. She stood beside me, wrinkling her nose. “Do you need a detailed explanation, Blake?” She did not wait for my answer. She continued talking. “Those are the oil canvas painting you asked from Tara. She had them delivered the other day, and in front of you are four paintings carefully wrapped in a breathable sheet before placing it in a bubble wrapper and then...”“Samantha-” I growled at her. I know what I see. What I wanted to understand is why some delivery company, not her, delivered these paintings. Not seeing her for more than a week was torture for me. The time difference, the long meetings, and plant visits made it even difficult to call. I miss her so much. I called her yesterday as soon as I a
(Tara’s POV)“Did your dog just die, Tara?” Stella asked when she caught me staring blankly at my cellphone. She held two glasses of orange juice and gave the other glass to me, but I put it on the center table. She sat down on the floor, crossed her legs, then turned on her laptop.Slowly, I turned my red face to her, and my lips quivered. “Stella, how can I undo sending a message?” I asked with high hopes there was a way, already feeling wrong about my impulsiveness. Stress was already crawling in every vein of my body.She shrugged. “Why?” She asked, browsing her emails. Her eyes squinted on some spam emails and started deleting them.“I just told him I’m falling in love with him,” I sighed, almost crying.She squealed with joy, not because of what I had said, but with the message she read in her email, then she had her second look on me, raised her eyebrows. “Wha