To Hold Tight or to Let Go

Chapter Eight

Arthit stared down at his phone as in his office as he waited for the morning meeting to begin.

Arthit: He says he wants me back.

Ohm: Oh fuck! What did you say to him?! You said yes didn't you! Oh my god! Arthit are you and him back together?! First thing's first, he MUST join a therapy session. If he's going to be your boyfriend again he needs to know how to handle your needs and I need to make sure he knows what he's doing. That kid better not hurt you anymore than you're already suffering through. When should I meet him? I'm free after you finish work tomorrow. That works?

Arthit smirked and rubbed his eyes. He loved how Ohm assumed everything worked out already.

Arthit: You know P'Ohm, you sound incredibly like one of my friends instead of my therapist.

Ohm: What do you mean?

Arthit: You're excited about us getting together and you're not even thinking about the problems I have or how freaked out I am about the fact that the love of my life wants me back and I don't even know how to love him when I'm so clearly fucked up in the head. Oh and the thing about my parents! I can't put him back through that! Ploy is breathing down my neck AND I somehow have to stop myself from having panic attacks around him or he'll think I'm a fucking nutcase!

Ohm: Arthit....I'm sure with how smart Kongpob is, he knows that you two can't be how you were in school. And I'm pretty sure if you're open and honest with him, he'll do what needs to be done if he in fact wants you to be his boyfriend again. Furthermore, you have some ground rules you should set with him right? Things you have boundaries for? What you're willing and able to do? Why don't you set those? If he's able to accept then you can move forward. If not, then leave it at that. But he's literally giving you a second chance Arthit. Please don't let it go to waste. I want to see you happy. I NEED to see you happy.

Arthit: I'll talk to him. I'll keep you updated.

Arthit tucked his phone away and sighed. He took several deep breaths then grabbed his tablet and headed to the conference room. Kongpob and Dean were the only ones inside the room waiting.

"You act like I'm bitching you our for no reason! We were finally spending time with each other and you just up and left! Only saying that you had an emergency doesn't cut it! What happened?" Dean was scolding Kongpob who was sitting at the table looking bored.

"It was an emergency, yes. I don't have to tell you what kind of emergency. I'm sorry if I rushed out on you like that, I just had to do what I had to do."

"And we never finished our conversation about what happened Friday night. Why did you leave a bar with your ex? What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking he was the only one I trusted in that moment," Kongpob replied.

"You know what, I'm getting tired of him messing around with you head. And you need to leave him alone. You're with me now," Dean stated.

Kongpob looked at him sharply. "What did I tell you about doing that?! I'm not yours!" Kongpob snapped. Dean groaned in frustration and when he rolled his eyes, he saw Arthit at the door. He made a face but then looked back at Kongpob.

"I'm sorry," Dean mumbled. "After how close we got it's hard to imagine that you're not mine. I mean we go to sleep in each other's arms every night. Friends don't do that."

Arthit felt his cheeks flush with jealousy. Kongpob probably doesn't even like cuddling with that big oaf.

Clearing his throat, Arthit made his presence known. Kongpob looked at him and once he saw Arthit's face, guilt flooded his expression. What the hell was he feeling guilty about? Arthit pushed his frustration away. Why be frustrated when he knew Kongpob's feelings? Especially since they'd made love this past weekend.