  Chapter 20
  Find me in your heart
  The next morning, I felt dizzy, but I felt no headache. I woke up. I sat up straight on the bed, trying to think about what might have happened last night.
  Usually, in the first hours of waking up in the morning, I don t really remember anything but those memories will come and come within the day.
      I didn t bother at first and continued to prepare myself for the class. Saturday class is such a pain in the ass. Apart from the major subjects, the professor is rude, so even the first subject will ruin your day.
      I chose to wear only a simple t-shirt and pants. There is nothing too perfect on Saturdays because we will just pretend to be confined to the classroom while our noses are stuck in the extreme difficulty of the subject.
  How often have I blamed myself for why I chose this course, but I always end up doing all my best for this — al

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      &quot;Go, Sean! You re so hot!&quot;
      &quot;Go, CJE!&quot;
      &quot;Ariba, Prado! Prado, ariba! &quot;
      &quot;Here we go, Alessia, take a seat.&quot;
  I did nothing but followed Zoe. I sat down next to her before letting out a lifeless sigh.
      My eyes deliberately searched for the sweaty Asher, who had a strong defense against the opponent. I can t deny he is good in this field. How he guarded the opponent, his speed, and even his shooting didn t even miss.
      There were only a few seconds left and Zoe, and I were also focused on watching. It was also a great comfort to Dan, who is in Engineering, and she is currently cheering on him. The CJE department is the leading with t two points, but they still have to be careful because the opponent can still score three points in no time.
  I felt nervous, and I don t know if it s b

  Chapter 19
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  Nothing happens in life by default. There were also no accidents in life. Nor has anything happened by accident. Everything is fixed, either in your favor or against you.
  That s why you shouldn t take chances. It would be best if you didn t even gamble in life.
  Gamblers lose. People who gamble in life only hurt it. Gambling is not the same as risk. Risk can be reflected and planned. Gambling is not allowed.
  Neither success is an accident or an incident. Like everything, success must be contemplation and intention.
  And that s just the introduction of life. Those are just the basics.
  Of course, you have to step up. Get an education. Growing up, you learn more.
  If you don t take advantage of opportunities, events will catch up with you. Some instances are not repeated.
  That s why it s important to prepare for them in advance before they arrive. 
  &quot;And I like you, too, Alessia.&quot;
      Asher carried me like a sack of rice, but I couldn t take it anymore. I became more distracted by what the man had said lately.
      What was that? Was that one of his trips? Plan? Was it a game?
  I m thankful that I was a bit awake in sleep. I don t feel anything else, but I feel like I have a fever at the thought.
      He likes me.
      I can t understand myself, but I can t help but smile.
  I quickly shook my head to get rid of the trivial words. It just bothers me, and when I send myself there, I m sure I m the only loser.
      &quot;What are you doing?&quot; I shouted rudely. In order to avoid smiling, I have to shout. It s hard. Maybe others will think of me as being with this man. 
  I will never let that happen.
      &quot;I ll take you to your home, Alessia—&quot;
      &quot;Why do you keep calling me Alessia? Are we close?&quot; I blocked him. I easily crossed my arm across my chest.
      I immediately heard his faint laughter. &quot;I didn t know you were like this.&quot;
      If I don t raise an eyebrow, I ll make a face every time the man finishes speaking.
  Giving up the useless talk, I just closed my eyes and let the man go. &quot;Acacia Residences. In Juan Luna, Binondo,&quot; I said quickly before I heard Asher typing on a cellphone.
      I preferred to remain silent, but the man began to speak. &quot;I m not a good driver, so I ll just slow down, huh?&quot;
      &quot;Don t talk and drive. If we have an accident, you ll see,&quot; I immediately threatened him.
      I saw the reflection of the man s smile before I turned to look out the window. This conversation is pointless. Why would I even waste my time talking to this guy?
      &quot;I could definitely die now. I ve already seen you&quot; he joked that I hadn t sung yet.
  &quot;This is Sean s Car, by the way. He lent it for me to drive you.&quot;
  The man is well aware of his insistence on the conversation just to be able to tell stories and talk. I really appreciate that. That s why I look crazy trying to stop smiling.
      &quot;I m on my last year at university, so these hang-outs are a blessing for us. Because there really isn t time. Fortunately, I got to see you before I left Uni—&quot;
      &quot;Why?&quot; I said suddenly. I was even shocked because I didn t expect that to come out of my own mouth suddenly.
  The man stopped speaking and looked at me slightly.
      &quot;Why are you doing. . . &quot;I rather not say it, I said to myself. Either way, no matter what he says, I know for myself I m still not ready.
      &quot;W-Why aren t you angry?&quot; I change the question. I prefer to stay in front of the outside of the window to avoid being isolated as well.
      &quot;Where? Why would I get mad?&quot;
      I straightened my back, starting to get restless. &quot;That time. . . the time when I started not talking to you. . . anymore,&quot; I whispered for a long time. The conversation was serious.
      Asher was silent for a few minutes, so I quickly looked at him. I focused on my place. I quickly noticed the man s stature. His body was just right, but I still seemed to be able to hide by his side.
      I just blinked afterward. I didn t say anything bad to stop him from speaking, though.
  When the man confronted me, I immediately returned to staring out the window. Because his face is dark and that is very unusual for me.
      &quot;You have a boyfriend back then.&quot; His voice was so serious I was able to just listen to him because I didn t want to face the man.
  &quot;I know it was a wrong idea. I also know it s not good to talk to other men even if you have a boyfriend. But I became greedy. . . selfish.&quot;
      I have always faced disagreement with what he says. &quot;It s not wrong to talk to a friend, whether it s a man or a woman—&quot;
  &quot;I didn t say it was for friendship, Alessia.&quot;
      'Oh my, God! What is this, what is this? Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel something in my stomach? It is going crazy and spinning at the same time as my heart is pounding. This is just crazy! 
      &quot;You didn t get mad about it?&quot; I return the question to him.
      &quot;No,&quot; he said honestly, still driving. &quot;I missed you, a lot, yes. But me getting mad? I m not mad at you. In fact, it was the right thing to do when you re in a relationship.&quot;
      Is this man really talkative? Why does it seem like it is not in his personality to open his mouth free to speak?
      The man s grin returned before opening his mouth again. &quot;At least, I know you won t fool me—&quot;
      &quot;Who said we would have a relationship?&quot; 
      My hand volunteered to know about that car, and I was delighted to see a few cans of beer. . Without a word, I took it and opened it for a sip.
      &quot;You re not allowed, huh? We will really have an accident if you drink too,&quot; I said, then quickly winked at the man. &quot;Let s just pay Sean for this.&quot;
  When Asher burst out laughing, that s what I didn t expect. How come I didn t know that behind his modest personality, he also laughed very loudly. I did nothing but laugh at the man.
  The trip was long, so my vision was rippling again with the third can of beer.
      The man was quiet, maybe tired of laughing for a few minutes when he turned to me.
      &quot;You alright?&quot; His polite question. &quot;I told you, that s enough, eh.&quot;
      &quot;I m dizzy. . . .&quot; my faithful response.
      Asher quickly pulled the car over and stopped. He quickly handled me, rubbed my forehead, then tilted the beer cans that were still in front of me.
      &quot;Do you feel sick?&quot;
  I quickly shook my head, &quot;No. I am really dizzy.&quot;
      When he removed the clutter in front of me, he immediately returned to his seat. &quot;I won t drive until you re dizzy,&quot; he blurted. He looked straight at the road, holding the steering wheel but silently waiting for me.
      &quot;Kiss me.&quot;
      Asher didn t expect those words. He then glared at me immediately after what I said.
      I couldn t match his stares because of the extreme dizziness. I can see two Asher and my vision waves.
      Even my hearing was severely affected, and heart palpitations predominated my mind.
      &quot;What?&quot; I boldly attacked the man who still couldn t believe what he had heard.
      Asher did not speak. Instead, he straightened his back and grabbed the steering wheel to drive.
      &quot;Now, he s ignoring you,&quot; I heard a small voice say inside me.
      My grip on the hem of the dress tightened. I am really out of myself. &quot;Kiss me, I said!&quot;
  The man was not even taken aback by what I said. He is just sitting still, looking straight at the road.
      That action made me so agitated. What is this man s problem? I feel like he s torturing me because of his snobbery, so I try to close my eyes. I tried to control myself.
  That moment, I knew I would regret it a lot the next day, but I just shrugged it off.
      Who cares about it? And at least I have an excuse tomorrow. I could say that it was because I am drunk and I don t know what I did.
  My dizzy eyes searched for another can of beer, and suddenly, I took one and drank it.
      My brain is intricate, and I have no plans to fix it, Asher still doesn t stop driving, but he seems to be worried about my relentless drinking as well.
      &quot;Alessia. . . That s enough,&quot; he demanded. The man s eyes were still focused on the road, and he didn t even give me a look that made me even more annoyed.
  &quot;Now, you are talking. . .&quot; I said nothing to myself as I couldn t stop grinning. &quot;Can you kiss me?&quot;
      The man s mouth immediately went back to shutting, and he just looked at me intently even though I noticed him swallowing a few times.
      &quot;Why? Am I that ugly? What do you think of me? Why did you tell me you like me in the parking lot? How dare you fool me? Do you hate me so much that you can t kiss me–&quot;
  Soon, I felt the sudden stop of the car as well as Asher stretching in front of me to bring our lips closer.
  One of his hands was holding the side of my seat while the other was on the back of my head as if he was guiding me closer to him.
      I was overwhelmed and drunk because of the alcohol, so I didn t expect the man s kiss to be more intoxicating. He continued with his warm and gentle kisses. That didn t even last long, but I could feel that the warming of my body seemed to have a different request.
      I was weak, but it seemed like I had accumulated so much strength to reciprocate his kisses with my eyes closed. At the back of my mind, I keep on asking for more. That there might be something else, that the man might have something more to intensify and something more to give.
      I wanted to take his hand and bring it to my chest, but I was too busy with his kisses.
  I don t care about anyone else around, and I m focused on his kisses that I don t want to end.
      My hands didn t let go as if I had a mind of my own. I tried to take his hand, holding the side of the chair. I wanted to take them to the bulge of my chest, but his force was too strong, and there was no intention to move his hands.
      I lost my temper. Over time those kisses don t seem to be enough, and I insist on asking for more. I gave all my strength to put both hands on his neck and pull it closer to me. It was enough for me to reach his neck, and it seemed like it was a reward for me.
  Without hesitation, I kissed his neck, and I also quickly got a weak moan from the man.
      I didn t stop. It was obvious that I really wanted to kiss, suck and run my tongue around his neck.
  The next time Asher took hold of my hands, I could feel the tightness in his grip, a sign that he was no longer holding back. He covered my cheek with both of his hands and kissed me violently.
      
      My system is even more restless. My head did not know where to turn as I continued to reciprocate the man s kisses.
      &quot;Let s. . . do it,&quot; I said softly as the man parted his lips slightly to breathe.
  The man seemed to realize what he had done because of those words and immediately distanced himself from me.
      Even though it was dark inside the car, I could clearly see his red eyes before he washed his palm on his face.
      &quot;Alessia–&quot;
      &quot;Let s do it,&quot; I repeated. I even smiled a little because I adored how cute he was.
      &quot;Let s do what?&quot;
      I still wanted to answer him, but I could no longer control the closing of my eyes, wishing that this embarrassment would disappear from my memory tomorrow.

Chapter 20
  Find me in your heart
  The next morning, I felt dizzy, but I felt no headache. I woke up. I sat up straight on the bed, trying to think about what might have happened last night.
  Usually, in the first hours of waking up in the morning, I don t really remember anything but those memories will come and come within the day.
      I didn t bother at first and continued to prepare myself for the class. Saturday class is such a pain in the ass. Apart from the major subjects, the professor is rude, so even the first subject will ruin your day.
      I chose to wear only a simple t-shirt and pants. There is nothing too perfect on Saturdays because we will just pretend to be confined to the classroom while our noses are stuck in the extreme difficulty of the subject.
  How often have I blamed myself for why I chose this course, but I always end up doing all my best for this — also because of dreams.
      At first, like most, I chose this course because I thought it would

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