Wildfire start with a kiss (eng)

Chapter 9

The continuous ringing of his smartphone let Krist come to himself again, whereupon he fiddled with the device to put it to his hear still half asleep.

"Hm?"

"Good morning Tao. Are you at home?"

"Hm."

"Good, because I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way to you. I have coffee with me. See you soon."

That ended the conversation and Krist simply drifted off again.

With a pronounced frown, he opened his eyes at last and looked at the phone in his hand.

He could not stifle a resigned murmur, half muffled by his pillow, when he saw who had actually called him.

So bit slothful, he got up and headed for the bathroom.

That he, despite everything, wouldn't feel really awake, let him assume that he got to bed quite late, even if he could not remember the process itself.

Finally his feet carried him to the kitchen, but paused in his steps at the sight he was greeted with.

It was not the first time he saw Prachaya cook, it was just never that inviting to look at him, when he did.

Not that he wouldn't be worth to look at.

Krist shook his head.

That was a thought that really shouldn't have a place in his head.

To which he had to ask himself why he still couldn't take his attention of him.

Prachaya wore his black button-down shirt rather informal now, with the first three buttons open and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Krist had once read that rolled up shirtsleeve could make a man look much more attractive.

Yes, it was probably just because of those sleeves that he felt so bashful, the longer he watched the other work in his kitchen.

Then he noticed a part of the tattoo again. He had seen it only once and not as a whole, so he still that no idea what kind of motif it was.

He shook his head again, at the emerging desire to want to see the whole thing.

Prachaya had a toned physique and somehow he could imagine the man as one of those models who didn't just pretend to be the sexy bad boy but actually live the image as his daily life.

That he could be a guy women would be interested in was not something he could imagine after their first encounter, unless you have a fancy for precisely this kind of man.

But then he had been able to assure oneself, that there was more to his personality than a meaningless expression, and that distanced aura.

And whether he wanted to admit it or not, his mysterious charm had also captured him a little.

Which, however, was based on nothing more than, that he was also a man that drew his comparisons in this silly game of testosterone.

He was very good at estimating, if another man was attractive, was he often enough surrounded by beautiful and handsome people, when it came of his job.

"When you're done Khun, with whatever, you can take a seat."

Krist couldn't do anything against his redden cheeks, had Prachaya probably noticed him all the time.

So he just nodded curtly and sat down at the kitchen counter, where his breakfast was served.

Prachaya was now close enough that his eyes automatically fell back on his not completely hidden upper body, now that he was almost in front of him.