"Your eyes, nose, lips
Your touch that used to touch me,
To the ends of your fingertips
I can still feel you"
Sequel to More Than Words Book I and II and is followed by Book IV
It is the weekend already and Kongphob's mother is over and Arthit doesn't go back that night to Kongphob's flat. The younger man never told him not to but he chooses to stay away. He uses this opportunity to go out and visit for dinner who are more than happy to have him over. Knot asks him what happened to him and Kongphob and he replies honestly.
"Don't know, really." They look at worriedly. He shrugs, "there's no need for concern. I am fine. We are fine. It's all fine." They don't buy it. "Uff... I am really being honest here," he raises his glass and laughs, "seriously, it is fine. We just spend time together... sleep together... That's about it." The liquor makes him a little bolder. Generally, he wouldn't spill this kinda information but oh well. He said it. Can't take it back.
Chiantara, Knot's wife, refills his glass and sits back on the mat on the floor and snuggles into Knot's side. "But, are you okay with that?"
"Why won't I be?" He looks at them confused and then sips his share.
"We are just... concerned."
"I know." Arthit peers into his glass, frowning, "Everything is really alright. I just... but sometimes when I think of what we had, it feels crazy." The doorbell rings loudly.
"I'll go check," Prem says and goes to check who it is at this hour.
Arthit waits for his friend to come back. It is his cousin Weera. Great.
"Hi, everyone."
Arthit slumps in his place but is forced to look up and greet him. On hindsight, Prem's house, Prem's anniversary plans' meeting meant he'd be here. And, of course, because Prem has been not-so-subtly trying to get Arthit to agree to go out with his cousin. Even if he was miserable with Kongphob, Arthit wouldn't pick anybody else and right now, he isn't miserable at all. Just a little disgruntled now and then.
"Hey, nong Arthit." Arthit gives him a forced smile but otherwise, ignores him.
Weera ends up sitting next to him and Arthit mentally sighs. He'd let Prem indulge in his non-existent matchmaking skills. Nothing has to come out of it anyway. Weera, thankfully, doesn't try to engage him in any kind of conversation. He isn't feeling very friendly at the moment. At the end of the 'meeting', a lot of food is served and he helps himself to it, famished.
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