During a night out, Freen, the daughter and heir of a conglomerate awakens a part of herself when she locks eyes with a young physics professor, Becky.
They fall HARD and FAST before realising all the obstacles that prevent them from being together...
Freen's eyes steadily open. She immediately becomes aware of the presence next to her in bed, somebody lying close to her, the warmth of their body a comfort. Trying not to wake them, she turns slowly, tangled in the sheets, and tries to see if they look the same as she remembers them looking the previous night, in the strobe lights of the club, in the dim lights of the car, and in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
It gives her the same nervous, excited feeling it gave her last night and she takes a deep breath.
Her eyes meet Becky's already awake.
Freen peers deeply into them almost falling in. That elegant glint she noticed in them on the rooftop was still there. Freen begins to wonder what it was and whether everybody had it. They lay facing each other silently taking in the sight and taking in the moment.
When the sun finally breaks through the window and falls on the bed Becky finally says, "I want to know you Freen Chankimha".
Against the white sheets Freen's contrast of colours really shines. Her honey brown skin, tickled pink lips and Becky's favourite - her deep black big round encapsulating eyes which were currently fixated on Becky's lips. Becky could feel Freen's intensity but had come to realise how hard it was to precisely pinpoint what she wanted.
Freen shifts her head forward allowing her to press a kiss to Becky's lips. Becky is surprised so it takes a moment for her to begin to kiss back. But when she does, God.
Freen stokes Becky's cheek planting one last kiss then she rolls out of bed. "Are you hungry?" Freen asks. "A little." Becky replies.
Freen picks up her phone. "Should I make us something to eat?" Becky asks. "You don't have to. I can order." Freen replies. Becky ignores her with a cackle and jumps out of bed. She leaves the room in search of the kitchen and Freen follows behind.
Becky moves through Freen's kitchen like she belongs there, rummaging through cupboards until she finds the coffee. Freen watches quietly while she puts the kettle on, listening to the faint sounds of the outside world filtering in, birds singing to each other, kids shouting as they play across the road.
Becky holds a mug of coffee towards Freen with a small smile, and it feels like an invitation. Freen takes the mug, their fingers brushing briefly against each other as she takes it from Becky's hand. It's somehow more intimate than any other touch they shared last night. "Sit down" Becky demands. Freen obeys.
Becky opens the fridge and brings out some flour, eggs, bacon, butter, honey and syrup. She beats the the ingredients into a waffle mixture and heats a pan for the bacon. After placing the bacon in the moderately heated pan she moves over to the waffle iron to pour the mix in. Within 20minutes everything was ready including more brewed coffee and some freshly squeezed juice. She places a plate in front of Freen and returns with her own.
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When Becky finally sits down with her own plate and mug in front of her she places her free hand on the table, another invitation. And after a few minutes of them quietly drinking, Freen takes it, their fingers intertwined and grasping each other. This is what love feels like Becky thought. She had never felt it before but knew that this right here was exactly what it was. She had fallen for Freen in just a day.
They sat in each others company for minutes that felt like hours. "You don't do much cooking do you?" Becky asks. Freen laughs and says "I've never had to". Becky begins to look around and for the first time realises how huge Freen's house is. She realises that the room they slept in was five times the size of her own and the bed twice as comfortable. Becky looks back at Freen and says "who are you Freen Chankimha?"
"What do you want to know?" Freen replies. "Everything."
Freen sits up and smiles. "Ask me anything. But only if I can do the same". "I'm an open book," Becky explains.
"You said you only work at Diversity part time. What else do you do?" Freen inquires. "I just finished my PHD in physics and I'm preparing to teach An Introduction to Quantum Mechanics at Bangkok University." Becky replies.
Freen is taken back by how brillant she must be. She knew that Becky invited feelings that she never expected and she had already fallen for Becky but right in that moment Freen also realised that Becky would never NEED her. She realised that Becky was whole and also knew that she was broken. She retreats internally for a moment.
"Can I have your number?" Becky smirked. Freen sent Becky a text message. "Sure. I've already got yours" she gloated.
"How and when did you-"
"That it? My turn. - Do you have any family or friends in Bangkok?" Freen asks. "Yes, some family, and my Ma is here but my Da and brother are still in London. My Da travels a lot for work. As for friends, I don't have many apart from Irin who I've known since I was 5 - she also works at Diversity." Becky responds.
Becky became introspective. She realises that Freen's questions were not just questions but and attempt to get to know her. Becky wanted to keep it light but there was something she was dying to know. She pauses in order to gather her courage.
"How do you like to be loved?" Becky asks. Freen is startled by the question. It's a question Freen never expected Becky to ask. She expected her to ask about family or friends or her job. "Is this what she meant by know me?" Freen panicked, and not at the thought of being known deeply but realising that she had not been asked what she liked in a long time not to mention how she liked to be loved.
