In the Speed of Love - English Version

VIII

"Positive aspects can be found even in negative situations, and it is possible to use all of that as experience for the future, whether as a driver or as a man." - Ayrton Senna.

Phuwin woke up to the soft glow of morning light streaming through the gaps in the curtains, his entire body aching—a vivid reminder of the intense, wonderful hours he had spent with Pond the night before. His muscles were sore, but there was a comforting satisfaction in every ache, an echo of the emotions and sensations still humming in his mind. He vaguely remembered the shower they had taken together before practically collapsing into Pond's arms, surrendering to exhaustion.

However, as he opened his eyes and noticed the empty space beside him in bed, a faint unease began to stir in his heart. For a moment, doubts crept in, and he wondered if perhaps it had all been fleeting, just a passing moment.

But then he heard the soft sound of a door opening. He looked up and saw Pond entering, dressed in nothing but a white robe, his hair still damp from the private pool they shared in the suite. Pond smiled when he saw Phuwin awake, his eyes shining with unmistakable tenderness as he walked over and sat beside him on the bed.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Pond said softly, gently touching Phuwin's face with affection. "I was outside enjoying the view, but I couldn't resist coming to check if you were awake."

Phuwin smiled, relieved, his heart warming once again. He leaned slightly into Pond's touch, savoring the moment as if he could keep it forever. "Good morning," he replied, his voice still hoarse with sleep but full of affection.

Pond's hand moved gently through Phuwin's hair, a soft smile playing on his lips. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice laced with concern and care.

Phuwin smiled shyly, the memories of the previous night echoing in every muscle. "A little sore," he confessed, his voice low and slightly embarrassed, though the playful smile on his face made it clear he had no regrets. "But... I feel amazing," he added, his happiness evident as he gazed at Pond.

Pond smiled, satisfied, then glanced toward the balcony, gesturing beyond the curtains. "Great. Because I have a surprise for you out there," he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mystery.

Phuwin frowned, curious, but the thick curtains blocked any hint of what he might see. "What are you up to?" he asked, trying unsuccessfully to peek.

Pond chuckled softly and leaned in a little closer, adding in his calm voice, "If it's okay with you, I thought we could spend this morning right here... just enjoying each other's company, with no rush."

Phuwin felt his heart warm at the suggestion. He knew those quiet hours, far from the world, meant more than any gift. "Nothing could be better," he replied, his gaze full of affection as he studied Pond's face.

Pond then told Phuwin that, if he wanted, he could freshen up, as he would be waiting outside. With a tender gesture, he placed a soft kiss on Phuwin's cheek, making him melt inside with the sweetness of the act. Phuwin agreed with a shy smile. Before getting up, he couldn't resist planting a quick kiss on Pond's lips, a fleeting touch that made his heart race. He put on his robe and headed to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Phuwin took care of his needs, washed his hands, and then faced himself in the mirror. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and, looking at himself again, a smile broke across his face as he thought: I really do look like someone who was thoroughly 'wrecked.'

Back in the bedroom, Phuwin saw that Pond was already outside on the balcony. The glass door was open, letting in the morning breeze. Curious, he approached, and as he crossed the door, he was met with a sight that made his heart skip a beat.