We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 46: Like the First Day of Love

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[English chapter's title by SMV2454 ]

Mom hung up the phone, but I kept staring at Phum's phone screen, which was a picture of me with a topknot, my face shiny, sleeping with my mouth slightly open, looking ugly. Phum secretly took this picture while I was dozing off in the studio while drawing. I used to complain, get upset, and delete it countless times, but this picture always came back later. I don't know which folder he saved it in, so I gave up complaining and let it be.

But let's put that aside for now. The hot topic is why Mom called Phum. What's her business? Is she trying to rekindle an old flame? If so, don't worry, because I've got a fire extinguisher ready. If that's not enough, and the fire doesn't go out, I might even pee on it. Don't expect it to catch fire again. Heh heh. I placed Phum's phone next to the lamp as the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. And why do I have to pretend to be asleep?

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"Hey!" Phum pressed his cold nose against my cheek, making me almost fall off the bed. This guy!
"Just playing, it's cold."

"Kissing your cheek, really kissing, not playing."

After saying that, he leaned in to kiss the other cheek before humming a tune and walking back to the dressing room to put on his clothes. Just a little bit of ravaging my body and you're in a good mood, huh? I watched the white figure walk away with an uneasy feeling because something was bothering me. Even though I told myself it was probably nothing, I couldn't help but think about it. And importantly, we shouldn't be complacent, right? Now, many questions are running through my head. Should I tell Phum that Mom called? And why did Mom call? Was it something important enough to call in the middle of the night? Or maybe she just wanted to chat as friends, and I'm overthinking it. What exactly am I overthinking?

"Staring this much, do you want to do another round of research, hmm?"

Because I was lost in thought, I didn't notice when Phum came back to lie down next to me. I sighed wearily, deliberately letting him know how fed up I was. You pervert! Does my face look like it turns you on or something? All you think about all day is that one thing. Phum turned off the bedside lamp, wrapped his arm around me, and pulled me into a tight embrace like he does every night before we sleep (even though we wake up facing away from each other in the morning). I snuggled closer into Phum's chest and gripped his shirt tightly.

I trust Phum, but I don't know about Mom.

"Phum, someone just called and asked you to call back."
"Who?"
"Mom."

Phum's warm hand, which had been gently stroking my back, stopped abruptly. He turned to grab his phone, frowning at the screen. He scrolled for a while. I thought he would put it down and come back to bed, but instead...

"Yes, Mom. What's up?"

Phum kissed my forehead lightly, turned on the bedside lamp, and walked out to the balcony to take the call. I watched him leave, feeling a flutter in my chest. I didn't mind him talking on the phone, but why did he have to go outside? Unable to answer my own question, frustration took over. I rolled to the other side of the bed, hugging the giant teddy bear Phum had bought me before his trip to Italy. It sat slumped by the headboard, while its son–Sickly perched cutely on top. The bear's soft texture was comforting but not warm—not like Phum's embrace. What were they talking about? Was it such a secret that I, his current partner, couldn't know? I buried my face in the bear's belly. Sigh. When did I become such a fool? This isn't good.

"Why are you lying there? You'll fall off the bed." Phum came back after a long while, pulling me back to share the same pillow. I tried to resist, but he managed to pull me into his arms. "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"