White Tulips and Daisies

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Wichapas laughed in between the kisses. Build is biting his lips and pressing his cheeks with too much pressure. It shows how Build missed him so much, and he feels likewise. Wichapas tried his best to hold Build tightly to avoid falling. Build's legs were wrapped around his waist and Wichapas carried him with immense strength. After a few moments, Wichapas felt droplets of tears on his cheeks. He was alarmed.

"Hey," he cupped Build's face and forced to look at him. "Why are you crying? Are you hurt?"

Everyone around them was confused and got worried. Build is sobbing and his shoulders are shaking. With heavy tears in his eyes, Build looked at him and took his time to calm down before he spoke.

"What took you so long?" Build hugged his neck tighter, burying his face again on the man's shoulder.

Wichapas laughed. He caressed Build's nape to comfort him while the other hand is still securing him. Build shifted, trying to settle himself better on Wichapas' body. His legs are feeling a little sore while wrapped around Wichapas' torso.

"I missed you too. Stop crying now. You freaked me out." Wichapas smiled earnestly, plotting a kiss in Build's head.

The other people in the area laughed as well. The look in their eyes seems like they are so fond of the two. Aunt Praya stepped in.

"He's been sulking since you left. He almost never eats."

"Thank you for looking over at him, Auntie." Wichapas spoke.

"Ai~ why thank me about it. I'll cook breakfast. Go up and freshen up. You must be tired." Auntie smiled at Wichapas before slapping Build's back. "Get down. You're being a baby again."

Build groaned and held Wichapas tighter without looking up from them, almost close to whining. Dao and Prem chuckled on the gesture. Dao coaxed Aunt Praya to the kitchen to cook for breakfast.

"Sir, will you be going to the office today?" Prem asked.

Before Wichapas could answer, Build groaned again– a clear answer to Prem's question.

"Seems like I can not go to work today. And Brent," Wichapas looked at Brent. "You can take a two-day rest. Thank you for accompanying me."

Prem bowed at him. Wichapas started going up the stairs, still carrying Build. He climbed the stairs carefully. He opened his bedroom door and closed it using his feet. The room was dark, he clicked the switch. Wichapas stopped on his track when he saw his room. His clothes are occupying the bed, some are scattered on the floor. The walk-in closet's door is wide open–allowing him to see the state of his clothes rack. At some point, he thought his room was robbed by a burglar.

"What happened here?" He asked softly. But when he was about to take a step going to the bed, Build untangled his arms and legs. He quickly jumped out of Wichapas' hold and ran to the bed. He blocked Wichapas' way–arms stretched out to guard his beloved nest.

Wichapas raised his eyebrow, questioning Build's action.

"You can't take away the clothes." Build spoke firmly, eyes glaring with accusations.

"Then where should I sleep?" Wichapas crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'm tired from traveling."

Build looked skeptical. He looked at the bed and then to Wichapas, arms still hanging in the air. He wants Wichapas to stay but he wants his nest to remain.

"Am I allowed to sleep in your nest?" Wichapas asked, eyes challenging.

Build glared at him.

"Alright." Wichapas exaggerated a sigh. "I'll sleep in one of the guest rooms instead." He turned around and grabbed the doorknob to exit.