Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

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"Are you sure you have moved on?"

"Yup."

"Are you super duper sure?"

"Yup."

"Like moved on moved on?"

"Yup."

"And not planning on moving back?"

"Nope."

"What if I say pretty please?"

"Nope."

"What if I say..."

Why exactly did I think telling Arthit that I have moved on will actually work? That it will put an effective end to this conversation I was so not looking forward to. In fact, it has proven to be famously unsuccessful trying to avoid having a talk with Arthit. Well, except the one time I did try and he behaved like an utter bozo. 

Now I know some would say I was acting bitter and to that, all I can say is, hell yeah I was. What do people expect from me? I went four years trying to convince myself over and over again that I had totally moved on. Super-duper moved on. Like moved on moved on. Not planning on moving back moved on. And then he had to go do that thing with his tongue.

"Can you slow down, please? Why are you walking so fast."

That's cause I'm trying to run away from you!

"It's cause it been a long day and I am tired and I want to go home and rest"

"Really? Want me to give you a massage?"

"No, thanks."

"Why not? I give great massages."

"All your girlfriends tell you that?"

Crap!

"You sound jealous. Are you jealous?"

"Nope."

"A little jealous maybe?"

"Nope."

"How about..."

Here we go again.

This has been going on for the full day now. Arthit following me around like a lost puppy. Shamelessly talking about our kiss in front of every set of prying ears eagerly listening to our conversations. To the point that the director actually came by to congratulate us. Trying to figure out when we were planning to come out to the media. Arthit pretty much grinning like a fool next to me not even pretending to deny that none of it was true. Oh and then there was the very chilling glare I was getting from Krystal.

Standing under the scorching hot shower I finally felt my tensed muscles relax. I don't know how long Arthit plans to play around with my heart but I am pretty sure he isn't about to give up any time soon. I mean if he was the giving up type we wouldn't have been friends for this long in the first place. What I don't understand is what he wants from me all of a sudden. I don't know what random ideas that man had suddenly generated up in his brain but I don't think I want to be just another subject in his experimentation. He falls in love and falls out of it in the blink of an eye. And as much as my foolish heart craves his attention turned towards me, the more he focuses on me the harder it will be to convince himself and me about the moving on thing I have been on adamant about. I mean sure I am good at concealing my emotions but that doesn't mean I don't have them.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, letting out an exasperated sigh I stepped out of the bathroom and immediately stopped short. Arthit sitting on my bed plumping our pillows. Struggling to put on my mask once again. Will the man ever give me a break?