Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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Two full days of him. Of nights spent with skin against skin. Taking fully from one another. Giving into urges that I had barely known existed. That he brought out of me.
It had been the best kind of fever dream. So inexplicably hot.
But it had also been something more.
There were quiet moments spent within each other's company. Early evenings, limbs tangled together as we breathed softly, content to just lay next to one another. Or mornings spent at the kitchen table. Soft smiles shared over a warm breakfast spread. Stolen caresses as he washed the dishes, my lips against his neck.
It made this morning that much harder, to wake up in the harsh reality of knowing those moments were over. That we may not get them back anytime soon, if ever.
My gaze skirted over Nunew as he lay breathing deeply, still sleeping. The sun hadn't quite risen over the horizon yet. I had pulled the curtains back, wanting to see him bathed in the haze of the early morning light.
I sat like that for awhile. Not moving. Taking him in.
I shouldn't be doing this. It would only make things more difficult. More complicated. And damnit, they were already so complicated. Way past making sense. I had ignored the inevitable feeling of dread all weekend, preferring to live in the bliss we had created. And it had been worth it, even if only for a short while.
My fingers danced over the small of his back, a tingle coursing through my core as I heard him let out a soft sigh. I was hesitant to admit that a small part of me wanted to freeze this moment. To live in a bit longer. Or maybe forever. I didn't want to let it go. I didn't want to go back to real life. Where my life was a constant game that I had to win, forcing an existence that barely even felt like me. It had been easy to live that way before. I had grown used to playing a role, giving into the expectations others had placed on me. It was nothing new.
But then I met him. And I had tried to keep up my appearances. To not let him break through the barriers I had erected so long ago. But somehow, he had. Even if we barely new each other, even if this had only started as an agreement about sex, I couldn't deny that there was an attachment. That everyday I found myself wanting to know more. More about him, more about this feeling that was growing between us.
And I felt so fucking guilty.
Guilty because this whole thing with Nunew was a lie. It was always intended to be surface level, a shallow arrangement between two people who desperately wanted to fuck each other. But I had let it become more. I had wanted it to become more.
So now I was here, staring at the chestnut haired youth as he slept belly down on my bed, sheets tangled around his thighs, bare body bathed in the cool light cascading from my bedroom windows.
I swallowed tightly, my fingers skating up the knots lining his spine. Trying hard to not let these emotions overwhelm me. I couldn't. Not when I was meant to be in control. Ruthless to the fucking core, remember? My touch reached his neck, playing with the short hairs at the base. My pulse stuttered, sensations erupting in my stomach as I watched him arch into my hand. Another sighed slipped from his rosy lips, chocolate eyes slowly blinking as they opened. My pulse quickened, excited at the sight. Hoping to have one last moment with him before I left.
