TO SHOU WITH LOVE

82 - THIRST

While brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, the feeling of his heart racing hadn't dissipated.

Sailub saw that his lips were very red, with a slight sheen, evidence of being kissed.

After rinsing his mouth, he touched his lips with his hand, recalling the passionate kiss from earlier.

It was a mixture of awkwardness and recklessness, blended with eagerness and straightforwardness, creating a feeling of addiction.

Kissing could actually be addictive and intoxicating...

Taking off his clothes and standing under the shower, the warm water flowed down his body.
Sailub mind kept flashing back to the passionate kiss just now.

Steam rose, giving him a slight dizziness and an unreal feeling.

Should he take it further?

Under the numbness of alcohol and the steam, Sailub felt his brain working slowly.

He had to admit, he had already reacted several times tonight-during the kiss, when he was lifted onto the windowsill, and even when his earrings were removed one by one. But was it too soon?

The foam on his body was washed away bit by bit by the water, and Sailub raised his hand to turn off the shower.

Well, he thought, let's just go with the flow.

After all, he had always been someone who followed his feelings.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Sailub took the clothes Thanapon had just found for him.

Cotton pajamas and pants, but there were no underwear, probably Forgotten.

Sailub picked up his own underwear that he had just taken off, and as his gaze fell on the wet marks on it, his breath subtly paused for a moment.

At the same time, a word popped into his mind- "tsk."

The old clothes couldn't be worn anymore, but asking Thanapon to bring a clean one over seemed a bit awkward.

Forget it, he thought, let's deal with it tomorrow morning.

For tonight... let's Just not wear anything.

Carrying the clothes he had changed out of, Sailub walked back to the room.

When he pushed the door open, the room was already warmed up by the heater, much warmer than before.

Thanapon was leaning against the table, one hand holding his phone, browsing with his head down, and the other holding the half-empty mineral water bottle, slightly deforming the plastic with his fingers.

Hearing the door opening, he looked up at Sailub, turned off the screen, and put the phone aside.

Sailub's hair was wet, his face slightly flushed from the steam, and he wars wearing Thanapon's clothes, which were a bit loose on him, making him appear slightly relaxed under the wide neckline, revealing his slender collarbones.

Suddenly feeling thirsty, even though he had just drunk half a bottle of water a few minutes ago, Thanapon's gaze seemed to have an unusually strong presence.

Approaching, Sailub pretended to ask casually, "Is there a hairdryer?

"Yes" Thanapon released the mineral water bottle in his hand, his Adam's apple rolling. "Tl get it for you."

He walked to the bedside, bent down to take out the hairdryer from the drawer, then came over to plug it into the socket on the table and handed it to Sailub.

After Sailub took it, Thanapon lifted his hand to grasp a handful of Sailub's damp hair tips, pecked his lips lightly, and whispered, "You dry your hair, I'll go take a shower."