In the Speed of Love - English Version

Chapter VII Parte II 🔞

**Notes: Listen to the song while reading; I think it fits perfectly.**

**Recommendation from Mel!!!!!!!!!**

I should warn you that at some point, things will get hot. Enjoy the reading:

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As the night wore on, Pond moved between the guests, taking photos, sharing laughs, and always — discreetly — exchanging glances with Phuwin. Amid the greetings and brief conversations, he always returned to the model, as if he wanted to make sure his presence there was being noticed, always coming up with an excuse to throw in another light flirtation. Phuwin, surprised and delighted, couldn't help but smile every time Pond came back to him. It was as if, amidst the crowd, Pond chose to be by his side, even if only for brief moments.

At one point, the two of them sat at a table next to Milk and Tay, nibbling on snacks and toasting to the upbeat music filling the room. The light, relaxed atmosphere allowed the barriers to fall, and Phuwin relaxed, feeling closer to Pond than ever. However, this tranquility was interrupted by Joong, who approached with two friends from the dance studio Pond attended, Lego and 2K, ready to show off their skills.

"Come on, Pond, it's your turn to impress the guests!" Joong announced with a mischievous grin, already predicting the birthday boy's excitement.

Pond looked at Phuwin, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "I'll be back soon," he promised with a charming smile. Phuwin nodded with playful encouragement, watching as Pond handed his angel wings to Tay, ensuring he had the freedom to move. Joong, who was wearing black wings, did the same, and they were led to the center of the floor by the DJ, who stopped the music to grab everyone's attention.

A deep, captivating beat began to play, and Pond was positioned at the center, while the others formed a circle around him. When the Thai hit "Hit Me Up" by Timethai started to echo through the space, the crowd clapped in anticipation. The choreography was intense, with bold and sensual movements, but Pond owned it with a natural confidence that captivated the audience. He alternated between provocative looks and seductive smiles, his steps precise and fluid, matching every beat.

Phuwin, who had been watching from a distance, felt his heart start to race. He couldn't look away; every movement Pond made seemed loaded with intention, as if he were dancing exclusively for Phuwin. At various moments, Pond looked directly at him, whispering the lyrics to the song in an almost intimate way, creating a tension in the air that Phuwin couldn't ignore.

The intensity of Pond's gaze, combined with the magnetic energy of the dance, left Phuwin completely bewildered. The crowd around them was clapping and cheering, but to Phuwin, everything seemed to blur — it was just him and Pond, connected in a silent game of glances and smiles that stirred a mixture of excitement and desire. It was as if the world around him didn't exist, and every move Pond made enveloped him in a bubble where they were the only participants.

When the music finally reached its climax and ended, the room exploded in applause and enthusiastic whistles, but Pond, slightly out of breath and still glowing, seemed to be seeking only one reaction. His eyes found Phuwin's once again, and a smile lit up his face, as if he had just conquered the world.

While the crowd shouted for an encore, Phuwin tried to contain his smile, but soon noticed something that made his stomach twist: the ambitious, admiring looks that many people were giving Pond. They were intense looks, filled with not-so-subtle intentions, and before he could stop it, a pang of jealousy began to burn in his chest. He averted his gaze, trying to calm down, but the discomfort lingered, like a shadow that refused to disappear.