Secret (PONDPHUWIN)

Chapter 2: The First Kiss

Phuwin's heart pounded in his chest as he stood outside Pond's office, the events of the past week replaying in his mind like a broken record. Every smile, every lingering touch, every stolen glance between them had brought them to this moment—a moment he both feared and longed for.

He remembered the first time Pond had truly noticed him, not just as his secretary, but as something more. It was a late evening, much like this one, with the office bathed in the soft glow of desk lamps and the quiet hum of air conditioning filling the silence. Phuwin had been working overtime, as usual, tidying up the last of the day's paperwork and preparing for the next day's meetings. Pond had called him into his office to go over a few final details before heading home.

Phuwin had entered the room with his usual professionalism, clipboard in hand, ready to take notes. But the moment he looked up and met Pond's eyes, something shifted between them. The air seemed to thicken, charged with an electricity that was both exciting and terrifying.

Pond was seated behind his desk, his jacket draped over the back of his chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms. He was typing something on his laptop, but the moment Phuwin stepped inside, Pond's gaze lifted to meet his. Phuwin felt a shiver run down his spine under that intense stare, a stare that seemed to see right through him, past the façade of the diligent secretary and into the depths of his soul.

"Close the door," Pond had said, his voice lower than usual, almost a murmur.

Phuwin obeyed, his hand trembling slightly as he turned the lock. He wasn't sure why he did it—why he locked the door, why his heart was racing, why every instinct told him something was about to happen that would change everything. All he knew was that he was drawn to Pond like a moth to a flame, and there was no stopping it.

As Phuwin approached the desk, Pond leaned back in his chair, studying him with an intensity that made Phuwin's breath catch. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them, thick with unspoken words and repressed desires.

Finally, Pond broke the silence, his voice soft but firm. "Phuwin, do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Phuwin blinked, taken aback by the question. "Sir, I—"

"Don't call me that," Pond interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Not when we're alone."

Phuwin's heart skipped a beat. "Pond," he corrected himself, the name feeling foreign yet intimate on his tongue.

Pond's eyes darkened with something Phuwin couldn't quite place—something that made his stomach flip with anticipation. "You're driving me crazy, Phuwin. Every day, I watch you, and all I can think about is how much I want you."

Phuwin felt his breath hitch in his throat. He had imagined this moment so many times, fantasized about what it would be like to hear those words from Pond's lips. But now that it was happening, he didn't know how to respond.

"Pond, I..." Phuwin trailed off, unsure of what to say, unsure of anything except the overwhelming desire he felt for the man sitting in front of him.

Pond stood up from his chair, slowly rounding the desk until he was standing directly in front of Phuwin. He reached out, gently cupping Phuwin's face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through Phuwin's body.

"You don't have to say anything," Pond whispered, his thumb brushing lightly across Phuwin's cheek. "Just tell me if this is what you want."

Phuwin looked up into Pond's eyes, seeing the raw emotion there, the vulnerability that Pond so rarely showed. In that moment, any doubts or fears he had melted away, leaving only the certainty that this—whatever it was—was what he wanted more than anything.