Napaawang ang bibig ko sa sinabi niya. I wasn't expecting that! So, he's really upset with the phone call that I had with Enzo a while ago. I wanted to decline but why do I want to smile for some reasons?

Why am I feeling a little happy because of his request?!

"Uhm . . ." I chuckled. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I wanted you to enjoy Bohol, right? I wanted you to only think of yourself. I wanted Bohol to be your new undisturbed world, Summer. I don't want any problems from your hometown to hinder the happiness that's starting to bloom in your heart while you're here."

He has a good point. At isa pa, my parents never called me. They always text me first to know if I am busy or not, bago sila tumawag. Ako pa nga ang madalas tumawag sa kanila, eh.

I don't think it will be a problem but . . . how about Enzo? What if . . . what if he'll call me? What if he needs me?

"What if there's a problem there?" I asked.

"You're in Bohol. Any problem in Manila should not be your problem at all, for now. The reason that you're here is to take a break, right?" he explained while pouring the shot glasses with Tequila. Tumingin siya sa akin saka ngumiti. "It's okay if you don't want to do that. I really understand."

Mabilis akong umiling habang iginagalaw ang kamay ko. "No, no! It's okay. It's alright! You have a point!" I laughed. "Nagwo-worry lang ako kay Enzo. Baka kasi kailanganin niya ako."

He smirked. "He's not your responsibility anymore. He left you, remember?" He drank his shot quickly, and put the glass down. "This is your me time. You should only think of yourself."

Hinawakan ko ang shot glass na nasa harap ko. Napaisip ako sa lahat ng nangyari noon at sa mga nangyayari ngayon kasama si Grayson.

It's true that Enzo is not my responsibility anymore but I'm still guilty for invalidating his feelings. I am still . . . responsible for that. But then, I offered him my help so many times and he declined it all. Ngayon ko na lang din na-e-enjoy yung mga araw ng buhay ko. I was a mess before I went here and now, I can finally smile and laugh again.

Hindi naman siguro selfish kung iisipin ko ulit ang sarili ko, 'di ba?

At . . . sinabi ko naman sa sarili ko noon na, hindi na ako aasa ulit sa amin ni Enzo kung hindi naayos yung sa amin noong gabing nag-usap kami bago ako umalis. Dapat . . . dapat tinutupad ko 'yon.

Kinuha ko ang shot glass at ininom 'yon, saka tumingin kay Grayson. I smiled.

"You're right. From now on, I will only think of what will make me feel better—of what will make me happy once again. I will take this Bohol trip as a chance for myself to start a new life—from the scratch."

He—finally—smiled genuinely at me before pouring my shot glass with Tequila. After that, Grayson raised his shot glass, asking for a toast. I accepted it, chuckling, before drinking our drinks at the same time.

Nang maubos na ang isang bote ng Tequila, sober pa rin kaming pareho ni Grayson. 'Yun nga lang, nag-aya siya na magsayaw kami sa dance floor at party songs pa ang tumutugtog kaya para tuloy kaming lasing ngayon dito kahit na maayos na maayos pa kami. Kung may p'wedeng malasing dito, ako 'yon dahil hindi na raw siya iinom since siya ang driver sa aming dalawa.

"We can stay here for the night," I suggested after we danced.

Beer na lang ang iniinom niya ngayon dahil tapos na raw siya sa hard liquor. Ako naman ay nag-order ng isang shot ng vodka since hindi talaga ako nalalasing sa isang bote lang tapos dalawa pa kami.

Umiling siya. "There are a lot of tourists. Mabuti kung bigyan tayo ng tig-isang room?" He chuckled.

"Then we'll get a room for both of us. A room."

Umawang ang bibig niya. "Y-You don't know what you're saying." He looked away before drinking his beer.

I laughed. "You even asked me to stay in your house—"

"But you'll have your own room there. We'll not stay in a room."

I smirked. "You're so paranoid. We won't do anything."

He laughed again. "You don't even know me."

"And so?" I raised my eyebrows. "I want to drink more. Masakit sa ulong mabitin, Grayson! You were the one who initiates to go here—"

"I wasn't planning to come here with you."

Napanguso ako sa sinabi niya. "Oh, eh 'di ako na lang ang mag-iinom. Bahala ka d'yan."

Tumawag ako ng waiter at nag-order ng isang bote ng Whiskey. Tumango ito bago pumunta sa bar counter. Ilang sandali lang, bumalik na ito at ibinaba sa table ang order ko.

"Thanks!" malapad ang ngiti na sabi ko.

Tumingin ako kay Grayson na nakahalukipkip na at nakanguso na para bang nag-iisip. Hindi ko na siya pinansin pa. Binuksan ko na ang bote at sinalinan ang shot glass ko, saka nagsimulang uminom.

"I, now, am curious on how you'll act if you're drunk."

I smirked, looking at him. "I'm very alagain kapag nalasing. Ikaw rin."

He smirked again before he leaned forward to whisper in my ears. "I can't wait for you to flirt with me."

Uminit ang mukha ko dahil bumalik sa akin ang lahat ng alaala ko kapag nalalasing. I am very playful when I'm drunk! I am this typical girl in the bar who's uncontrollably crying and flirting with my boyfriend—now ex—when I'm so, so drunk!

Pero . . . malalasing ba ako nitong Whiskey? I don't think so. I can drink more! Well . . . before. Ang tagal ko nang hindi nagba-bar. Bigla tuloy akong nahiya.

Hindi ko pinansin ang sinabi ni Grayson. Itinuloy ko na lang ang pag-inom at hindi na pinansin pa ang pang-aasar niya. Nakakailang shot na ako at nakakaramdam na ng hilo nang magtanong siya nang seryoso.

"Why do you dress like that? And why did you put lipstick with that color?"

Tumingin ako sa kan'ya. "Why? Do I look sexy to you now?" I said, teasing him.

Tumawa siya nang tumawa bago umayos ng upo at bahagyang lumapit sa akin. "Don't you tease me. Baka makalimutan kong broken-hearted ka pa."

I scoffed. "Who told you, though?"

He chuckled. "You're tipsy now, right?" Hindi ko siya sinagot. "Anyway, yes. You look sexy. So, what? Will you answer my question now?"

Nagkibit-balikat ako. "I really don't know why. I just happened to get this dress first and I applied this color of lipstick since it suits my dress very well. Why ba?"

Nagkibit-balikat siya. "You're making me feel things, eh."

I laughed before I took another shot. I looked at him again. "What things?"

Umiling siya at hindi na nagsalita. Itinuloy ko na lang ang pag-inom habang ang mga daliri niya ay pinatutunog sa lamesa, kasabay ng kanta na tumutugtog sa kabuuan ng lugar.

I don't know how much time has passed but the dizziness I am feeling right now makes me feel like I can't walk straight anymore. The noise that I am hearing is not clear and my vision is now blurry.

Fuck! Lasing na ako! Hindi ko pa nauubos ang Whiskey!

Tumayo ako para pumunta sa beach dahil init na init ako. Gusto kong lumangoy! Gusto kong maligo! But my feet failed me because I almost lost my balance as I took a step forward. Mabuti na lang, mabilis na nakatayo si Grayson at siya ang sumalo at umalalay sa akin mula sa muntikan nang pagkakadapa.

"Where are you going?!" malakas na tanong niya.

"Don't shout at me!"

"I didn't! You're drunk and you're not hearing me properly!" He sighed. "Where are you going, Summer?"

Itinuro ko ang beach. "I'm going to swim! It's hot in here!"

He laughed. "It's not! Malamig nga dahil malakas ang hangin, eh. Let's go, you're drunk!"

Inilagay niya ang braso ko sa batok niya at inilalayan akong maglakad palayo ro'n. I don't know who will pay our bills anymore but if Grayson will pay for it, I will pay him tomorrow na lang. I just can't seem to do it now that I am drunk.

Fuck it, ang hina ko na!

The music changed into a sweet love song and it's a coincidence that, I think, we're in the dancefloor now because there are a lot of people who are standing and fucking moving! Or is it because I'm drunk?!

No, they are swaying to the music!

I chuckled before facing him, wrapping both of my arms around his nape. We stopped walking and Grayson couldn't stop from sighing since a while ago.

"Let's go—"

"Yes, let's dance!"

"Our little conversations

Are turning into little sweet sensations

And they're only getting sweeter every time . . ."

He sighed again but in the end, he held my lower back and swayed to the melody of the music.

"We should have really gone home. You've been so damn chaotic since a while ago." He laughed. "But you're fucking cute."

I smiled as I leaned my face closer to his. "Am I cute?"

He smirked. "Yup. And you're sexy . . . gorgeous . . . kind. How can I—fuck. This won't help."

"You know what?" I laughed because he looked nervous and confused. "You're handsome. You're a catch." I chuckled. "But you have a child! Sayang!" I laughed again.

I don't know if I am seeing it right but his smile is not there anymore! Why?!

"Is it so wrong to have a child? What's wrong with liking someone who has a child? I'm not married. I don't have anyone I'm dating, either."

I shook my head. "There's nothing wrong but I would feel so selfish to take your time from your child, if ever you and your child finally reunite." I laughed. "But, can I do something?"

His shoulder moved. "Go. What?"

I didn't answer. I just tiptoed and kissed his lips for a few seconds. I tried to move my mouth but he wasn't responding.

Damn, why? Am I a bad kisser?

I moved away to look at him. "Kiss me back!"

He smiled a little. "Next time. When you're—"

I cut him off. I kissed him once again—this time, longer. He's still not responding even after a few seconds!

The last thing I remembered is that I feel like I am . . . floating in the air. And I finally fell asleep right after.