City of Love [Zaintsee]

Chapter 5

Dedicated to DaliNour

They were now in Zee's suite, Saint just looked around at how expensive this place was. Everything in it without doubt was more than 7,000 euros. Saint, even though he was from a higher middle class family in Paris he was always taught to spend wisely by his mother because she made sure she told him everything about how she and her father struggled in Thailand and only because they are rich now doesn't mean that he spends lavishly.

The habit stuck on and even after he started earning he spent money consciously while considering that each euro was his hard earned money and they did not fall from the top of Eiffel tower. But this room looked like Zee was here to purposely waste his family's money, he was not against bourgeois lifestyle, because that's how most people in Paris lived. But the man he had a crush on dragging him into his way of living made Saint a little uncomfortable.

"You were really brave out there" Zee said while dabbing medicine on the open wound in Saint's arm.

"Oh... That... It's nothing... I did it out of instinct" Saint said while trying not to hiss too much due to the stings. He kept debating with himself whether he had been this close to someone else or was it just him. But yet Saint couldn't stop blushing with every touch of Zee.

"So you're not a tourist but a local?"

"Yes... What makes you doubt that?"

"It's just that I've been around Paris... I visit quite often but I've never seen you before"

"Paris is a big city and why are you surprised?"

"Oh... Well... You know... You're just too... Umm"

"What?"

"Your too beautiful to not be noticed"

Saint's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself 'is he flirting with me? I thought he was super straight. Saint calm down, he just would have complimented you generally, it doesn't need to mean anything. And yes you know you look good so why are you so surprised? Shit my face is heating up, I hope he doesn't notice that I'm going crazy for him and I really hope he stops dropping compliments like that so casually. It is normal for men to compliment other men's looks...right? Doesn't matter don't give in, maintain your stance'

"Er... Thank you...I guess, and don't you have a date or something, why are you here taking care of me?"

"How do you know I have a date?"

"Umm... Tha... that's, probably you wouldn't have seen me around, but I've definitely noticed you, I mean I've seen you with girls. Each time with a different one, so yeah."

"Haha... Yeah... I go out with girls a lot... Yup your hand is all dressed, are you sure that's the only place you are injured?"

"Er... Yeah, that's all... Thank you so much but I'll get going now" Saint was hurt, but it was under his shirt and somewhere near his hip, but it was behind so he won't be able to reach it anyway. So he should just ask his mom to take a look at it when he reaches home.

"Saint... Wait... Are you really sure?" Zee asked with full concern in his eyes and they were looking right into Saint's eyes.

"Er... Yes" Saint said while trying to not make eye contact, because he was melting from Zee's gaze.

"Your lying"

"What? No I'm not"

"Then look at me when you talk"

It was already hard for Saint to look at him alone, he was losing his senses with every second he stayed close to Zee, his body was tingling and the concern on his face was not at all helping, Saint wanted to hug him, comfort him and say he was alright. But they had just met and in fact he was not really alright, it was hurting near his ribs. The impact the cycle made with his body was pretty rough. Not rough enough to break the ribs, but definitely rough enough to cause bruising and constant hurting for at least a week. Saint looked at Zee's eyes, it was so close to him, he wanted to lie so badly, he wanted to say he was alright, but he truly was not okay. So he just admitted it.