Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 8 - Shy

T I N E
With the enveloping warmth, I feel at home.

Why am I here of all places.

Counting all the negatives and positives, there isn't many negatives. Only 1, and that is my friends, and if they find out I'm here. Pushing all my thoughts aside I stretch my arms out of the covers, immediately allowing goosebumps to form all over my body.

A plate is placed beside me, eggs on toast with bacon on the side. My back cracks, I sit up, bunching the blanket over my cold legs and eating; holding the plate to make sure no crumbs get anywhere.

He's definitely boyfriend material.

After a while, I finish the toast and bacon, placing it beside me again, before laying down.

I smile, pulling the collar of his shirt, smelling it softly. My eyes flutter closed, I rake my hands through my hair, allowing my breathing to fill the silence. Slowly drifting to sleep, I feel my body being covered before I black out.

Sawarat POV

It's comforting to listening to someone else's breathing, kind of relaxing, especially someone you like a lot.

I collect the plate on the bed side table, and place it in the sink before walking back into the room. I have plenty of homework to fill up the day, which will allow Tine to rest all day.

I start with my homework, occasionally looking in his directions before mentally yelling at myself to focus. But I can't help but stare at him, his cute puffy face, my shirt on him, and him sleeping in my bed.

I feel like his boyfriend...

One could only wish.