Kiss me under the Moonlight

Chapter 10

Bangkok.

It was your typical metropolitan city with astonishing skyscrapers, busy roads cramped with vehicles, sidewalks bustling with shops and small businesses and alleyways cluttered with dark figures lurking around waiting for some naive guy to walk by and lose his wallet to them or a drug-dealer to drop in and beat the living shit out of a penniless pothead for stealing his stash.

As I said, Bangkok was just another typical metropolitan city. In spite of its glorious history with grand palaces, alluring temples with artistic architecture, flourishing industrial sector and growing tourism, it also had its fair share of shady streets, crooked men and all sorts of illegal businesses.

But that never deterred me from soaking in the beauty of the city that gave me a new start, a new life and more than everything else, a new love, all those years ago.

As soon as I touched the ground on Suvarnabhumi Airport, I was flooded with a wave of nostalgia.

I saw a teenage girl walking cheerily towards her waiting boyfriend and wrapping her arms around him. The boyfriend was all smiles when he saw her walking towards him dragging her luggage behind. From the looks of it, they must have been apart for a long time. The girl must have returned now to meet her boyfriend. He gave her a bouquet with white tulips which made her grin wide and her eyes twinkled with so much love that she had for her boyfriend. Her smile grew even wider if that was even possible when he gave her a cup of pink milk that he was hiding behind his back all this time. She gave out a hearty laugh, playfully smacking his arm but taking the sweet beverage he offered nonetheless.

Wheels started to churn inside my head and I was taken back in time within a second. Why do people need time-machines while your mind could perfectly do the duty of rewinding your life and playing back your memories within a blink of an eye?

The memory was still fresh like it happened just yesterday. I was a nervous wreck on that day fidgeting in my seat, shaking my legs and biting my nails. It's one of the nasty habits that I have picked up during my university days that I am not proud of. Kongpob came back to sit near me and placed a warm hand on my thigh dragging it up and down. The touch was in no way sensual but that of a warm and soothing gesture to ease my nerves. It was a silent reassurance that he would be there for me; beside me; forever. That and a simple look at his mesmerizing smile were all I needed to erase my doubts and reduce my stress on that day.

"Nervous?" Kongpob asked taking my hands in his and intertwining our fingers. I have gotten used to it now and no more scolded him for doing something like that in public even though I had never allowed it during the initial stages of our relationship. Even after all those years, I tend to avoid his touches every now and then when we were out in public. But on that day, I needed to feel that he was still there beside me.

There was a reason that I was so insecure on that day. Kongpob had finished his higher studies in France and had come back to Thailand. It had just been a week since his return. We had been spending the whole week making up for the two years that we have spent apart. Most of the catching up part involved beds and lack of clothes. Sometimes even showers and couches. Hell, even once we made up for the lost time with whipped cream and silk scarves. That image brought a hot blush to my face turning my ears red and I involuntarily traced the inner line of my wrist that sent a tingling sensation to my nerve endings.

That was one of the hottest nights ever and I never knew I had it in me to make those mewling sounds and bashful moans. That had made Kong even crazier driving him to the edge and making him growl like a ferocious lion. To put it simply he had devoured me thoroughly like a starved predator for the whole night that I had difficulty walking the next day.