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

Chapter 76: Good News

*This chapter hasn't been proofread.

After the dark, gloomy rain clouds passed, the bright, clear sky took their place. I felt that the sky after the rain is even more beautiful than before. Phum has regained his former strength—both physically and mentally. I'm the same, and even our love has grown stronger; it seems to have gained such a robust immunity, doesn't it?

Ever since we got back together, Phum hasn't changed much. Haha, on weekends, he won't let me be out of his reach—basically, we're more inseparable than Siamese twins. On school days, he calls me almost every hour and texts me every twenty minutes. When he calls, it's usually to ask the same few questions: "Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with? When will your classes end? Who are you sitting near? I'll come pick you up."

It's like he's glued to my life, more than my own shadow. And so, my peaceful life ended with a twist. The possessiveness has become ten times stronger, and the jealousy almost doubled. Maybe it's because Phum is still haunted by the past. In the early days, some nights, he wouldn't sleep because he was afraid I would disappear. It was really sad, but now he's starting to improve. But that's not the point. The point is...

"Phum, stop staring at me already!" I pushed his face away. Ever since we... uh, well, you know. Anyway, I only just got to sleep at around 3 a.m. And whose fault is that, if not this handsome guy lying there, grinning and staring at me like he was about to devour me? Ugh, what a jerk. A scoundrel. A flea-ridden civet.

Phum, if you keep doing this, you might as well sign up for a triathlon or marathon next year! Imagine this: I barely got to sleep at 3 a.m., only to wake up before the rooster crows because of this ticklish, fidgety feeling around my cheeks and neck. I couldn't even get a proper rest because something kept brushing against me—it was seriously disturbing my sleep.

When I opened my eyes, there was Phum, nuzzling into my neck. And instead of realizing he was interrupting my much-needed rest, he just kept staring at me. So, of course, I stared back—at first out of sheer annoyance, to let him know I wasn't happy. I was tired, exhausted, drained. Did he even realize how much I just wanted to sleep? Why was he tormenting my poor, weary body? I couldn't take it anymore, so I snapped at him. But did Phum care? Nope. He just kept staring at me, like he was about to devour me whole.

From being so angry I wanted to peel off his handsome face and hang it out to dry, I suddenly started feeling shy. And when I get shy, I don't know how to act. Oh, and did I mention that my body was wrapped in nothing but a thick, soft blanket? I couldn't even turn away from him because... well, it felt risky. So, as the noble protagonist that I am, all I could do was lie there, blushing, while Phum devoured me with his gaze.

"Stop staring at me or I'll poke your eyes out!" Yell at him, Peem. Yell at him, threaten him, and he'll back off.

"Heh heh." But nope, he wasn't fazed. He just chuckled and kept gazing at me with those syrupy sweet eyes.

"Don't laugh either!" I snapped again. Yet, he kept laughing. Was I not making myself clear, or were you just not listening?

Then he said, "If I could swallow you whole, I would. That way, you'd be mine, with me, and no one else would ever see you."

Oh. My. Goodness. That wasn't sweet, man. It was downright terrifying! It gave me chills, like something out of a horror movie. What if, one day, he had nothing to eat and decided to chop my head off for dinner? I squinted at him suspiciously and started inching away. I was scared. Really scared.

"Where are you going, Shorty?" he asked.

"I'm scared of you... scared you'll eat me." I replied, straight from the heart.