Risking The Hate

Chapter 5: I am NOT your boyfriend

Sarawat patted my hair. "Yes, and you are definitely not sleeping because of the pain medicine you took. Close your eyes Tine. Let's sleep for a little more while."

Tine's POV

When I finally woke up again, Sarawat's wasn't in the bed anymore. But as I sat up on the bed, I realised, he was standing near the bed, wearing just a towel around his waist and nothing else. He was searching for something, looking for something. Though that's not what concerned me-- what concerned me was how the drops of water were falling from his wet hairs and onto his chest.

How could he look this perfect after just taking a shower?

No wait.. what the hell am I even thinking right now? I hate Sarawat. I absolutely hate Sarawat.

"Sarawat..." I finally called him out, mustering all the courage I had left. "Why do you keep getting more and more naked every time I open my eyes?"

Sarawat turned around and laughed out loud. "Did I wake you up? I am sorry. How are you feeling now? How's your headache?"

"Its a lot better. I need—I need some water."

"Its on your right."

I turned to see the a glass of water on the bedside table and finally drank it. My throat was drying up but it was most definitely not because of Sarawat. "For god's sake Sarawat, wear some god damn clothes."

Sarawat smirked. "Sorry I just took a shower and I can't, for the love of god, find my boxers. "

What does that mean? Is he like only wearing that damn towel. God, I wish I could just kill him and get away with it.

"And you thought you would find them near the bed? Shouldn't you go look for them in your closet?"

"You know what? That's a bloody great idea. May be I should have just started there."

Sarawat went into his dressing room with his towel barely covering his naked ass and emerged out in a sweatshirt and jeans a few minutes later. But somehow he looked even more hotter than he did before. I hate this guy so much.

"Do you want to take a shower too, Tine? Maybe you will feel better?

"No, I just want to go home. What time is it? Have your parents left?"

"Yep, they left a while ago. It's almost noon. Let me at least make you some brunch before you leave. You drank so much yesterday; you will get sick with dehydration if you don't eat something."

"Its okay. I'll buy some takeout on the way. I just want to leave in case your parents come back."

"They have gone to play golf with their friends and trust me they aren't going to come back before the evening. Why don't you take a shower and I'll cook something for the you in the meanwhile? I promise it will just take 10 minutes."

"Sarawat.."

"Its Wat for you now. And just please let me make something for you before you leave. I already feel guilty enough for letting you drink so much last night. I should have just dragged you out of that restuarant when you were starting to get buzzed."

"Its okay. It wasn't your fault.."

"But I still feel guilty over it. Just please, please let me make you something. I swear it won't take more than 10 minutes and then you can be on your way."

I thought about it for a whole. A shower and brunch did sound nice. My clothes still reaked of liquor and I was super hungry.

"Okay fine. But you need to give me some fresh clothes to wear."