Kam won't push. He knows there are things people don't want to talk about and the reason behind Bel's nightmares is one of those. But he has a suspicion it has something to do with why Nina hired him. So rather than ask Bel directly, Kam decides to approach it the way he's approached everything else since he's met Bel: by poking the little puppy until it snarls.
"Is it because you talk in your sleep?"
Bel is currently seated at the kitchen table, laptop open, coffee mug at his elbow. There's no sign that his sleep was troubled, so if Kam hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have been any the wiser.
"Is this how you greet people in the morning?" Bel isn't sure if he's more taken aback by the question or that Kam heard him. But then, Bel's house is small, and the dreams that Bel has been having--both good and bad--aren't exactly the kind that make sleep easy.
Or quiet.
"Yes," Kam hasn't moved from the doorway. He leans against the frame, arms slightly crossed, eyes locked on Bel. "Are you a virgin because you talk in your sleep?"
That damn mischievous glint is back, and something else. Something Bel can't quite put his finger on.
"What kind of sense does that make?" He snaps. "Were you listening at my door?"
And if you were, what did you hear?
"You were so loud I could hear you clear across the house--even with all the doors closed. You had a lot to say." Kam is only half teasing. He doesn't like what he heard last night, but if Bel won't talk about it there's not much he can do.
"I'm a virgin because I choose to be. I'm not about to commit to some asshole just because he's--umm." Bel is looking right at Kam, and color is climbing up the sides of his neck.
Kam cocks a brow at him. "I'm the asshole in question?"
Now the color of Bel's face matches both his shirt and the little round packages that are in his top drawer.
The condoms that Kam saw.
Right before they kissed.
Which still shouldn't bother him as much as it does.
"I asked you a question, Bel." Kam says.
"Shut up!" Bel stares at the laptop like it's the most important thing in the room.
And it is.
For more reasons than to stop him from looking in Kam's direction.
Kam shuts up, but he doesn't stop smirking. The redness of Bel's ears, however, screams the answer louder than anything Bel will or won't say.
He is the asshole in question.
Bel takes another sip from his mug, and clicks through whatever he's looking through on his laptop. Before the mug is back on the table, Kam swipes it. Instead of the squall of protest Kam was expecting, Bel just looks at him.
"You drink your coffee black?" Kam's eyebrows are cocked again. He knows Bel has a sweet tooth, so why isn't he adding sugar or cream to his coffee?
"It's not coffee."
"Then what is it?" Kam takes a sip. And then another. And another. Bel still doesn't protest. He watches him instead.
"What's with the face?"
Kam returns the mug to Bel. "That's not coffee."
"I told you," Bel is grinning. He can't help himself. "It's Crio Bru. Nina brings it for me when she visits, but I order it online, too."
