Part 4

We ate a late dinner we ordered on Grab, in our spacious dining room with a view of the kitchen, all dark and black, just the way Perth loved it, with some plants that brightened up the space.

"When we took those pictures behind today's event that we posted on our socials..." I started.

"Yes, Tata..." he urged me to continue.

"God, I'm so embarrassed," I said quietly, my cheeks turning red.

"I know, but I still want you to continue. I want you to say it out loud for me to hear," he insisted.

"When we hugged, all playful and clingy... those selfies we took, and then when Mae Add photographed us, when you hugged and teased me, when you pinned me to the wall... God, Perth, I almost lost my mind. I was struggling so much not to just drag you away to some hidden spot," I admitted.

"I know, Tata. I noticed your breathing, your look, that's why I kissed you, to calm you down, to tease you a little."

"I was even more embarrassed, Perth; Mae Add was right there," I reminded him.

"She's used to it by now. She's seen us kiss a lot of times, Santa," Perth said.