Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 15 - brat

T I N E

I don't think I'll ever move from this bed.

Sarawat asleep, his breathing relaxing my heart beat as I lay, motionless and calm.

The rain hasn't stopped since yesterday, allowing an excuse of not leaving the bed, besides eating.

—— ——

A phone buzz brings me back from my daydream state, causing Sarawat to lift his hand off my shoulder, allowing me to grab the phone.

The sudden loss of warmth brings me fully awake, I pout at Sarawat, reluctantly grabbing my phone.

" hope you studied, we have a test next week, but if not you can join our studying sesh tomorrow. "
- Dumbass

I roll my eyes,

" never knew my friends were willing to study " I whisper into his ear, a soft chuckle leaves his lips.

" I'll drop you off " Sarawat offers, pulling me back into his chest.

Inhale and exhale. His chest rises and falls, his hands draw their way up to my shoulders, massaging the muscle slowly.

" mmm. " I make a sound with acknowledgment, thanking him with a stroke of my hand on his thigh.

He pushes down harder, making me groan as all the pressure falls off my shoulders.

I'm gonna need to pay him back for this.

—— ——

Drawing my phone out my pocket, which is slightly restricted by the seatbelt, I type a text and send it to one of my friends;

" we're coming. Sarawat's gonna drop me off and pick me up. B there soon "

Sarawat sighs, chewing his lips and he drives along the roads.

" pull over " I say, gesturing to a clearing at the side of the road under a tree.

He furrows his eyebrows, but listens anyway. I pull my hood up.

" do I look sexy like this ? " I say, pulling the string on my hood so the front closes.

Although I can't see anything, I can see the smirk on Sarawat's face as I do so.

" you'll have to do it to hide the bruises " Sarawat says, tugging the strings gently out of my hand and opening to hood up.

" maybe if you didn't give me as much bruises, I wouldn't have to wear a hoodie " I say, poking my tongue out of my lips after I finish the sentence.

Silence fills the car.

One click and my seatbelt is unbuckled, another click follows after.

Sarawat's eyes darken, a hand pushes my shoulder back, towards the car door, and Sarawat leans over.

A little gap separates our faces, our lips almost touching, and an intense game of staring ensues.

" stop acting like a brat "