Stumbled In Love [Complete]

37.

As soon as we shuffled inside the back of the taxi, I instantly reached out and grabbed Arthit's palm between mine to hold it firmly in my lap, and even though I felt him resist, tugging his arm every once in a while to pull away which honestly I had no intention of letting him do, my grip was unwavering.

Stealing a quick glance in his direction, I saw the frown on his face so firmly stamped, the scowl only growing in size the moment I had made my big confession. For some God damn reason, a wayward memory resurfacing that had no business flitting through my brain right now. Basically some sage love advice my mum was giving a thirteen-year-old me. Something about how not to forcefully hold onto a relationship that is inevitable in its end. And what I'm sure is an invaluable life lesson only made me squeeze his hand even more.

And honestly, it doesn't matter how much faux confidence I may pretend to have, it isn't every day that I have to thwart my boyfriend's attempt at dumping me. And looking at Arthit's expression right now, I already know that no matter how stubborn I am about our relationship none of us can clap with one single hand. I know this issue will come up again, and sooner rather than later. What if I don't win the argument with him the next time around? What if I am too weak to fight his insecurities when this repeats again? What if my own insecurities take over? What if the next time Arthit tries this again, and I just know he will, he actually succeeds? And among all these hundreds of potentially disastrous scenarios I hadn't even had the chance to address the main reason all of this was happening in the first place. His brother Sol. What really was the deal with them?

Glancing at him again for the millionth time in the short taxi ride home, I tried to desperately shove down all the wild thoughts bouncing around my head which I'm sure was only a tiny sliver to the ones in Arthit's.

Lacing my fingers through his, making sure he was more than aware that I was right next to him and here to stay, we quietly slipped out of the cab, wordlessly walking up towards his apartment, Arthit making sure that not even an accidental squeak crossed his lips, leaving me constantly having to guess what crazy new thought was plaguing his brain currently.

"Kong? I didn't know you were going to be with Arthit today."

"Erica? What are you doing here?"

A question I definitely wanted the answer to as we reach his floor to see Erica haunting his door with two armfuls of bags filled to the brim with what looked like...ice creams?

"I wish I knew. I got an SOS message from Arthit at 5 in the morning asking me to come by after work with all the deserts I could possibly find at the store. I didn't know he was already going to get sugar from you. So what the hell am I doing here?"

"Ah! Well, you see Arthit tried to break up with me. But I wouldn't let him."

Erica simply rolled her eyes and huffed while Arthit continued avoiding saying even a word as he simply punched the door code.

"Well, good for you then Kong. From a lot a painful personal experience let me tell you it's never a good idea giving into Arthit's whims."

Having said that she waved a goodbye but then walked right into his apartment, and although I was itching to talk to Arthit more about everything that had happened today I just knew there was no more breaking his walls today. It was as far as I would go. His silence the entire way back had made it excruciatingly clear. Perhaps I need to take the one big win I had tonight and try again tomorrow. But before we end this debacle of a day, there was just one more thing I still had left to do.

Before Arthit could step foot inside his apartment I grabbed his elbow and swung him around, his muffled 'what' getting smushed under my mouth as I captured his lips. Pushing my tongue in his cavern, savoring his sweetness, and more importantly taking the time to make sure I left my taste in him. And for the man who had tried to dump me less than an hour ago, his own lips clung to mine in a way that he wasn't willing to let go just yet. In fact I can guarantee we would have been rather content in continuing our very pleasurable activity if we weren't rudely interrupted by an extremely loud, not so subtle throat clear from within the room where I'm pretty sure Erica had been digging into half of the dessert stash she had just brought along with her.