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A year ago, college student Sarawat was swept off his feet by a mysterious stranger at a concert. Suddenly that guy, Tine, has burst into Sarawat's life with a wild request: pretend to be Tine's boyfriend...
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The warm sunlight on my face brought me partway out of a deep sleep. The crazy Friday night I had just spent with Tine, Boss, Mann, Fong, and Ohm had only ended a few hours before, and my brain remained foggy from the alcohol. I wasn't ready to start the day, so I kept my eyes closed, waiting to drift back into slumber.
Sarawat...
Tine's voice softly called to me, and I imagined him smiling at me through the alcohol haze. I loved hearing him say my name, both in person and in my dreams. I dreamt about his mouth, the way those pink lips moved when he said my name. I could feel the warm spot on my cheek where those lips had kissed me. I longed for the days when I could freely kiss those lips.
Sarawat...
My eyes still shut, I stretched under the covers and snuggled my pillow. Tine's voice was helping me fall back asleep. Then I felt my blanket lift and lower quickly, and a cold gust of wind blew across my skin.
Sara-... WHAT THE FUCK?
I wasn't imaging Tine's voice. Instantly I felt his presence near me, his familiar scent wafting in the air. His yell pulled me from semiconsciousness to reality. Slowly I opened my eyes, adjusting them to the bright sunlight coming through the windows. On the edge of my bed peering down at me sat Tine. His face was frozen in an open-mouth, embarrassed look.
I moved to sit up, but Tine grabbed the blanket and pushed me back down onto the bed. His eyes bulged as I stared back at him. Tine remained quiet, staring down at me nervously.
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I tried again to sit up, and once again Tine quickly pushed me back down. His tense, wordless demeanor made me nervous, but his silence was beginning to irk me. I also needed to pee.
"What the hell, Tine?" I demanded.
Tine stammered, "You... you... you're naked!"
That's what you're upset about?, I thought to myself. I knew I was naked; rarely did I sleep in clothes, even pajamas. I lifted the covers slightly and Tine looked ready to flee. I peeked under the covers at my morning erection.
"Everything looks fine to me," I yawned.
Tine's eyes were like saucers. "Don't you have any shame?!" he wailed. "I was trying to wake you up, and I was gonna snatch the covers off, but then I saw... you were naked!" His face burned red. "Why don't you have on any underwear?"
"This is my apartment," I reminded Tine, "and I can do whatever I want." I wrapped the blanket around my waist as I moved to get off the bed. I stood up and Tine turned away from me quickly. "For you, I'll be modest," I grinned, "but just this time."
I grabbed a pair of blue plaid boxers and a white tank top. I dressed sluggishly, hoping that I would catch Tine sneaking a glimpse at me for taking so long to get ready. Instead, Tine sat paralyzed, staring at the front door. When I was finally dressed – or as dressed as I was going to get at that moment - I tapped Tine's shoulder. He slowly turned to me.
