Stumbled In Love [Complete]

24.

I tapped my foot impatiently as I glared at my soon to be ex best friend while he gobbled down his fifth slice of pizza. And normally it would be the amount of my free food the man was consuming that would have been the focus of my ire, but currently, I would buy him two truckloads of dinner if he would just kindly fuck off. But somehow it was like he was thoroughly attuned to the fact that I was waiting for his butt to get off my bed to run straight to Arthit's apartment. And I have a feeling if I don't want a repeat lecture from morning perhaps I should keep that bit of information to myself.

A good ten hours later and we could still feel the tension vibrating between us after our minor argument. Both of us tentative, avoiding to crush any eggshells as we kept the conversation painfully neutral.

To be honest, I wasn't even that upset at the questions, cause let's be fair they were all actually rather important ones, I was angry at him for asking them in the first place.

Do you think I was planning on kissing Arthit last night?

Obviously fucking not!

I didn't want him to come to this dumb party in the first place. I mean after years of suffering through them I more than knew what a bore fest they were. Why would I voluntarily want to put Arthit through the torture?

But then he had to mention that he wanted to go just once and all bets were off. To the party we went.

How did he pull my heartstrings so easily as if he were just meant to be my puppet master. And speaking of heart I still very much needed to figure out why that dumb organ kept going into palpitations every time Arthit was around. Having the strangest reaction to the man that very much indicated at emotions they had no business feeling.

So you think amongst all this I wanted to add to my confusion.

Hell no!

I just wanted to get through one night without any drama.

But then I found him trembling in my arms. His tough exterior cracking ever so slightly. Giving me a brief glimpse of his vulnerabilities. And in that moment all I wanted was for him to feel safe with me. To feel protected. To feel loved.

And so I did the only thing my dumb ass brain could think of doing.

I kissed him.

Fully expecting to get punched the living daylights out of me the very next second. Followed by an extra long tirade. What I most definitely was not expecting was him responding.

And that is when I felt the strangest sensation spread through me. It was so weird, so unnatural that it rooted me right to my spot. A shot of excitement burst as soon as I touched his plump lips, snatching me to a world I hadn't ever experienced before. But at the same time, it was warm and comfortable. As if my tired, exhausted body was finally returning home. So you can't really blame me when I waved a happy goodbye to rational thought as I settled in to taste him.

That was until my family decided they wanted to snatch me back to reality in the rudest manner possible. Leaving me standing there weirdly aroused and confused, with pretty much one word flashing bright and noen.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

But you know what doesn't help the impending freak out I am about to have? My best friend shooting all these questions at me that I had absolutely no answer to. I mean how could he even think I wouldn't finish my Master's application? I have been dreaming of studying in a different country to get at least a little space from my family for four years now. One kiss, no matter how mind blowing, wasn't really going to make me question all my future plans right? Getting into any sort of serious relation was no where near my list of to dos. Sure I was prowling around for a girlfriend until quite recently, but I have a feeling Arthit is not really the type to have a summer fling with before you whisk out of the country without leaving a chunk of your heart behind. And then ofcourse there was the gigantic question of my family. What do you think will give my dad a bigger heart attack? The fact that I may be potentially gay or the fact that I have a crush on a blind man? Not to mention that I have no bloddy idea what Arthit was thinking and feeling in all of this.