The heart's battle

Lovin' You

A/N : This chapter is dedicated to the one person who always encourage me, and send me nice words. Thank you for everything 🙏🏼 your support is where I take my strength from. I think you will recognize yourself.

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Tul's POV

I was blushing slightly as Max opened the door to his home, and laced our fingers together as he pulled me behind him. Actually, I had acted on an impulse, never I had thought that Max would agree to my proposition and moreover, propose me to go to his house. Max's hand felt good in mine, almost as long as mine but more masculine. His palm, warm, and a bit sweaty was an indication that he was as nervous as I was. I bumped into his back as I heard him fumbling for what I guessed was the switch and then suddenly the hallway was flooded with light. With our fingers still entangled, Max turned around and reached past me to close the door behind us. As soon as the door was closed, I was pulled into a warm and hard chest. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet musky scent coming from the body that intertwined with mine. I have missed this so much.

I have missed him. Terribly. I wanted him to know, but before I could say anything a muffled voice muttered shyly, « I missed you Tul »

My breath hitched, and automatically my arms tightened around Max's waist.

« I missed you too »

I was beyond happy, I was ecstatic. Finally, Max was accepting me. I could feel the tension coming from his body, I could only guess why. I bet he was still worrying his head over that issue with his sister but I was determined to make him understand that the only person I wanted right at this moment was him, and no one else.

Max took a deep breath, made his mind and then finally looked up to me. His body struggling against mine to get out of my embrace « I'm sorry I- »

« Don't » I shushed. I did not want to hear another excuse, or another pretext from him. « I know you want me, and god knows how I much I want you. » I caressed his black silky hair tenderly, « why are you fighting so much ... » His face naturally leaned into my touch, whether it was consciously or not, I could care less.

« I-, I'm not ! » He frowned down at me, he genuinely looked bothered by my words.

« Hmm » I acquiesced doubtfully. I could sense from his body language he was still wary of me. I did not know what I could say that could make him believe me ... or did I ? But would not that be a bit too much for him to digest ... ? Oh to hell with it, I was never a reasonable person to begin with. Wrapping my arms yet again around his waist, I looked up to him, mustering my courage and finally declared « I like you »

Max did not say anything, he just stared at me, probably dumbfounded by my declaration.

« I like you. I really do. » my eyes planted into his, my gaze steady, and voice confident, wanting my words to get across his thick skull. « This is not a phase, game, bet or whatever crazy thing you might think. » With trembling hands, I craddled his face and pressed my lips softly against his, « I like you, Nattapol .»

His chest heaving rapidly, I looked at him as his eyes shined under the artificial light. Seeing him so vulnerable, I could not resist the urge to touch him. It was such an amazing feeling to finally voicing out my feelings. Watching him struggle with himself, torn between his feelings for me (because I was sure he was feeling the same for me) and his reason was so painful. I gently strocked his cheeeks, fingertips tracing the shape of his cheekbone, the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble. « Could you please forget about Maylee and just ... »