Though it felt so right, it was oh so wrong!
I should have averted my eyes when he looked at me 'that way'.
But I couldn't.
Shouldn't have let my fingertips graze his soft skin.
But I did.
Kissing him was unacceptable on so many levels.
But I like...
As his spent body collapsed on top of mine; I wrapped my arms around his neck.
We laid breathless for a while our bodies tangled with one another's. After a few minutes, Boun got up and grabbed a washcloth from my bathroom. He cleaned us both up.
After putting everything away, Boun returned to bed and wrapped his arm around my body, pulling me close to him.
"Prem, I love you."
"I love you too." My eyelids grew heavy, I felt a natural sleep approaching.
"I trust you." He murmured.
"I know."
"But you're still not going anywhere near Singto Ruangroj."
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Prem Point of View
My parents were defined as new age and progressive. They weren't those overbearingly strict parents who demanded perfection, but they weren't dismissive either. I never heard them ever say, 'Because I said so!" At an early age, they provided explanations behind their actions. We were their children whom they loved and protected; but they knew we were more than just extensions of them.
They encouraged our critical thinking over blind obedience. They allowed us to express ourselves freely, with respect of course.
We tackled big issues early on. Ohm and I knew without a doubt that our home was a safe place to ask questions and unpack heavy topics like racism, class, gender, orientation, and ability status without judgement. They didn't always approve of our actions, but they never judged us. If they didn't agree they would voice their concerns. It was just enough for us to stay on the right path.
Now seeing my dad's penetrating gaze fall upon Boun and I's interlocked hands, I felt like I had entered a hostile environment!
This was very foreign to me.
"You're dating?" Dad's eyes narrowed as his arms folded over his chest.
And mom had an expression clearly shocked and disapproving as she took a deep breath, trying hard to compose herself.
"You and him?" She finally said pointing between the two of us. "This is not a good idea."
I was crushed.
This is very different from how I thought my parents would react. Though I knew they might be shocked, I never thought objecting.
"Is it because of my past with relationships?" Boun asked with a defeated tone.
"It's just Boun...you're like a son to us. You two dating puts us in a difficult position, if it doesn't work out between you two..." Dad started to say,
