Vintage

Chapter 17: Try To Remember The Passcode.

Streams of sunlight falls down to earth, filling every space in it with warm and sugary light. Its rays tumble down the grass with remains of the morning dew, gleaming beautifully. They perfectly shine through the window of the villa suite. Bright groans when the warm sun rays kiss his skin lightly. He covers his face with his hand, but then gives up when he's already awake to begin with.

The man flutters his eyes open, and the first thing he sees is Win's sharp jaw. His neck feels sore for sleeping on the younger man's shoulder all night. He shifts out of Win's embrace and lays his head down on his pillow. He observes Win, who looks like an angel right now. He is so-

"What are you looking at, pervert?" Win asks in a monotone voice.

Bright almost jumps at that, but he is quick to regain his composure. "Good morning, cute face. Shall we...?" He smirks suggestively.

Win frowns, a little confused. "Shall we what?" He asks. When he sees Bright leaning in closer to him while pursing his lips, he flips. "PERVERT!!!" He shoves Bright off of him and the poor CEO shrieks in pain.

"Khun!" Bright pouts. "You're lucky you're cute or else..." He intentionally leaves his sentence hanging.

"Or else what?" Win gives him a challenging look, grabbing a pillow. He's ready to hit Bright with it.

The businessman throws his head back, laughing at the expression on Win's face. "Like last night we didn't make out, khun," he smirks, reminding Win about the kisses they shared.

Win blushes in the shade of red rose. "No more kisses for you," he huffs, removing the duvet from his body and sits up.

"Ow, what did I do, khrab?" Bright protests, obviously not liking the idea of not getting more kisses from Win.

"You're annoying," Win sticks his tongue out at Bright.

"Hmm..."

"You're crappy too!"

"Hmm..."

"You're the shittiest pervert I've ever known!"

"Hmm..."

"But you're also adorable and soft," Win whispers the sentence and instantly gets up from the bed to take his towel. Before Bright could catch him, he runs into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Bright chuckles as he lies back on the bed, covering his body with the duvet. It looks like last night's storm is over now. The daylight is truly beautiful-the calm after the storm.

Win comes out of the shower ten minutes later. "Khun, go shower," he tells Bright, who's typing on his phone. He's probably letting his secretary know about his absence from work today. "Anyway, how are you feeling?"

Bright locks his phone and places it on the bedside table. "I feel a lot better right now. Thanks to you," he smiles genuinely and walks over to the closet to take his towel. Win hums, searching for some clothes to wear from the paper bag of the stuff they bought yesterday evening.

He suddenly feels a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from the back. "Bright, shower," he warns the older man.

"But you're so warm," Bright places his chin on Win's bare shoulder, stealing some warmth from him.

"There's a water heater in the bathroom. You can use that," Win points out.

"But it's not the same as you," Bright whines again, tightening his hold on Win.

The younger man chuckles in disbelief. "You're a spoiled kid really, Khun Noo. Go shower," Win pinches his wrist.

"Okay, fine," Bright sighs dejectedly, releasing Win almost instantly.