The kiss came too suddenly, and Sailub’s mind went blank for a moment.
Perhaps “peck” would be a more accurate description than “kiss.”
First, there was a light touch, then a gentle nibble on his lower lip.
Accompanied by the warm breath, slightly minty, it was straightforward yet tinged with a hint of innocence, cautious yet assertive.
It didn’t linger for too long.
Thanapon looked into Sailub’s eyes and said softly, “I have inspiration now.”
He saw that Sailub’s lower lip was slightly moist, shimmering with a faint sheen of water.
Suddenly, a desire for control surged in his heart—a desire to leave more of his mark on Sailub.
He leaned in again and gently nibbled on the moistened spot.
Following the scorching confession, this kiss left Sailub even more unsure of how to react.
His heart pounded loudly, almost drowning out the sound of the rain hitting the car.
It made it even harder for him to organize his thoughts.
When he snapped out of it, Thanapon had already picked up the guitar leaning against the car door and reached for the umbrella placed on the front passenger seat.
“I’m going out to write songs,” he said and then pushed open the car door, unfurling the umbrella as he stepped outside.
As soon as the door opened, the overwhelming sound of rain poured in, unabated.
The downpour completely drowned out Sailub’s question of “Where are you going?”
With his tall stature and long legs, Thanapon quickly walked quite a distance.
His view was obstructed by the dense curtain of rain, and Sailub could barely make out which direction he was heading.
He took out his phone and dialed Thanapon’s number, which was promptly answered.
“In such heavy rain,” Sailub said, “why don’t you write in the car?”
“I think you should have some time to yourself,” Thanapon’s voice sounded clear and gentle amidst the noisy rain.
Sailub hesitated, realizing that Thanapon had a point.
After the confession and the kiss just now, being in the cramped car with Thanapon would indeed make him feel uncomfortable.
Realizing that Thanapon was considering him, Sailub couldn’t help but soften his tone. “Where are you going to write? It’s pouring outside. Let me take you to a nearby hotel.”
“Get a room?” Thanapon’s voice took on a teasing tone.
“…”
Really can’t let your guard down ah…
Thanapon chuckled, seemingly pleased with Sailub’s reaction.
But the teasing tone quickly vanished, replaced by a more gentle one. “Don’t worry, I’ll find a place. You wait for me in the car.”
After hanging up the phone, Sailub leaned back in his seat and looked out the window.
Thanapon's figure was completely out of sight now.
Would he be able to find a shelter from the rain?
Sailub hoped the rain would lessen, so Thanapon wouldn’t get drenched.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
