At the Coffee Cafe ---------

“Here you go, sir, one caramel latte, just as you like it”

He smiles up at me, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“Call me Arthit, please”

I grin.

“I am Kongpob”


He has been coming, every day from the past week, ordering the same thing..... sitting at the same table.... for hours, typing away on his laptop.


Curious, I asked

“So what brings you here every day ??”

Running his fingers through his messy chocolate hair, he sighs.

“My house is under renovation. I come here to work. it’s…quieter here”

His vibrant hazel eyes on mine, he smiles, a beautiful dimpled smile

“And I like your coffee too”

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Every day, we talk a little.

Arthit is a writer and is currently working on his new Novel.

I know he is single.....

lives alone.....

Enjoys the same music I do.....

And loves his lattes.....

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He knows I am single too, part time working as a barista while studying to be an I.T. Tech.

I know that, when He tugs at his hair..... He is frustrated.

That crease in his brow means.... He is thinking about something.

Every chance I have.....

I observe him....

learn about him....

Yearn for him.....

I carefully draw HIM onto the foam of his cup of latte.....

Every line deliberate.

A quirked brow with that smile means.....

He is surprised.

“Thanks”

I smile, blushing a little.

“You are welcome”

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Placing his latte and a plate on his table, I mumble

“Happy birthday, Arthit”

His eyes flicker between the cake and me.

“How did you know ??”

My cheeks burn as I stutter...

“Umm...... I googled you”

Quirking a brow, he grins 

“You googled me ??”

I nod, wondering why the hell I had admitted to that.

Curiosity had gotten the best of me, wanting to know if I had read any of his work. When I saw it was his birthday today, I was ecstatic.

Now, I realise.....

He must think I am a stalker or something…

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“Thank you, Kongpob”

He replies with a beautiful smile on his face.

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A groan...

A curse...

A soft pleading of....

“No, no, no, please !!”

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As I walk over to him, Arthit takes off his glasses, letting them dangle between his fingers as he scrubs his face with both hands.

The light from his laptop screen is reflected in them, and I wince. I know all of his hardwork is on that laptop, and it looks to have died completely.

I hesitate.

I want to help, but the last few days have been awkward.

For me, anyway.

I have become quieter, more reserved. Didn't want him to think about me as a stalker.

Observing silently.... as I have let my latte art do the talking instead.

“Arthit ?? Can I help ??”

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I try every trick I know.

Nothing works.

I need my computer.

Smiling apologetically at him, I explain, praying he won’t think I am trying to lure him to my place. After his birthday, I wouldn’t assume myself... to be trustworthy if I were in his shoes.

It’s one thing for him to accept help here, in the safety of a crowd. But..... it’s quite another to go to some stranger's house. without knowing his real intentions, so to speak.

His eyes narrow briefly as he studies me.

“Can you fix it ??”

I nod, relatively certain in my abilities.

“I would be really grateful”

I smiled at his reply.


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Opening my door, I step back to allow him inside my room. I clear my throat, blushing as I see the laundry I didn’t get around to putting away, the papers and books strewn over my centre table, DVD’s and CD’s that haven’t been put in their place.

I glance at him nervously and stammer....

“Please excuse the mess ??”

His eyes roam the space before falling on mine. He nods, a soft smile on his lips.

“Can I get you anything before we start ??”

“No.... I am fine”

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Arthit mutters something, under his breath, as I work. I can’t hear the words, but the meaning behind them is obvious in the way his knee bounces as he constantly runs his fingers through his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose before adjusting his glasses.

I try to ignore him, for now at least, so I can focus on fixing his laptop. It’s taking longer than it should, but knowing he is in my room, feets away from my bed, makes it hard to concentrate.

With one final click, his computer comes to life again, and I beamed.

Victory is mine.

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His eyes are wide, his lower lip disappears between his teeth.

"Everything's saved ?? I haven't lost anything ??"

Clearing my throat, I shake my head, assuring him it's all there.
He is quiet for a moment. I sigh at the thought of him leaving now that his computer is fixed.

It sucks....

but I am afraid to say anything.

"Kongpob ??"

I look at him. His eyes are darker now.....

Before I can wonder, his hands cradle my face as he murmurs a breathy ' Thank you ' and presses his lips to mine.

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It's over before I register what's happening, and I whimper at the loss.

His eyes dance between my eyes and lips, a brilliant dimpled smile lighting up his face, and then his lips are back on mine again.

This time, I return his kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold him to me. I can't believe this is happening, but now that it is, I don't want to stop. But....

Eventually, we have to.

We pull apart, breathing heavily.

He grins, answering my unspoken question.

"I have been wanting to do that for a long time now"

I blink.

"Really ??"

"Yes, really...."

He says with conviction.

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We move to the couch to be comfortable and talk. He confesses his house has long since been finished all the renovations, but he couldn't bring himself to stop coming to the cafe.

It hadn't been the coffee only, but me also, that kept him coming back.

The knowledge has me dizzy, flying high enough that I confess my own interest in him.

The smile I get is beautiful. I want to see it again.

He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"I had a feeling you might have been"

He teases me.

I blush, lowering my gaze, and whisper

"Wish I had known"

He leans in, kissing me again.
I recline, pulling him with me, never breaking contact. His weight on me grounds me, even as it sends me flying.

"Kongpob..."

He moans softly against my lips as he rolls his hips into mine.

It feels so good. I want more. But....
When he does it again, I start to panic.

I want him.

In every way.

I don't want to stop.......

But...... I have never been in a relationship before. The things my body is screaming for, I have only ever seen on the screen.

I have to let him know.

"Arthit..."

I start.

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He stills on top of me. Eyes that smoldered before.... now burn me as I explain.

My cheeks flush, embarrassed by my confession, positive that he won't want me now, that I am too young, too much effort for him.

When he sits up, I close my eyes, unwilling to let him see the hurt by his rejection.

He pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. He whispers....

"Let me do this right. Can I take you on a date ??"

I look at him in confusion.

Kissing me briefly, he simply says,

"Will you go on a Date with me Kongpob ??"

He still wants me ??

I nod happily.

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I rush home after my shift to get ready.

Arthit left not long after I agreed to go out with him, though not before we kissed the breath out, from each other.

He is picking me up, told me to dress nice, but casual.

I am too nervous and I spend too long..... finding clothes.

Eventually, I settle for khakis and a dark blue button down.

As I roll up my sleeves, there is a knock on my door.

When I open it, the first thing I see is a bouquet of roses, pink, coral, orange, yellow, white.

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Tonight has been more than I had ever expected. The flowers, opening doors, holding my chair out...
He has been the perfect gentleman throughout, showing me with every action and every word that he wants me. And not just for sex.

We talk comfortably over dinner, and I learn more about him. He lets me in.... like no one ever has, and I am thrilled to know him.

As we share dessert, I wonder again if maybe I am too young for him. I ask him, needing to be sure.
Offering me a bite, he smiles.

"I never notice the age difference between us. I am just ME when I am with YOU"

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He takes me dancing, not to a club, but a dance school.

He asks if I know how and I tell him no. His eyes are fixed on mine as he says...

"I will teach you"

I nod, blushing slightly. Somehow, I feel like he isn't talking only about dancing.

The way he moves us across the dance floor is so graceful, so sure, it's almost effortless as he guides me. I have never done this before, but it doesn't occur to me, to feel strange about doing this with a guy. With him, it's the most natural thing in the world.

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Movies, dinners, dancing, long walks, quiet nights at home.
In the few weeks that have passed since I fixed his laptop, Arthit has shown me time and again that he is serious about doing things right. He tells me that he wants my first time to be special and done out of love, not lust.

He talks about it as if I am giving him the greatest gift, but I know it's the opposite.

Tonight, I hope to finally get it. I am ready, and I tell him in the only way I know how.

"I love you, Arthit"

He kisses me hard.

As with everything else, He takes his time, letting me know that I am cherished.

I am both anxious and patient all at once. I want him, and when the last piece of clothing falls away, I almost want to cheer... or cry. I am not sure which.

He promises to take care of me.

I believe him.

Languid kisses turn heated.

Fingers tease and ply.

Push and pull, worship and praise.

Capable hands soon have me writhing, panting, begging for more.

His 'I love you, Kongpob' is punctuated by the invasion.

The burn of pain becomes a blazing fire of need.

My hands clamor for a hold on him as he rocks his hips into mine. Each thrust sends me higher onto a place I never knew existed.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and claim his lips, grounding myself to him. I am not ready to fly, desperate to cling to this reality he has put me on.

Words, grunts, moans, silent pleas, cried out want. It all mingles, and I cannot tell them apart.

I don't want to, for now we are one.

A final stroke, a last thrust, and I soar, He follows soon after.
Shaking, I come down.

His forehead presses against mine as we fight to catch our breath. He smiles, kissing me tenderly.

The euphoria is trumped only by the love I see reflected in his eyes.
Slowly, he pulls out, and I whimper. I don't want him gone, even for a second.

As with everything else, he takes his time, making sure I am okay, cleaning up the mess we made.
I want to help, but it's like my muscles are still trying to weave themselves together.

He slips between the covers, wraps himself around me, and with one final kiss, we both succumb to sleep.

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"Here you go, sir, one caramel latte, just as you like it"

I say with a grin.

Arthit glances up from his laptop, narrowing his eyes a little. Then he smiles at me, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"Sir ?? I believe, we are well past that, Kongpob ??"

I simply shrug and walk back to my place.

I watch him as he finally looks at his cup.

His eyes widen when he sees the heart in the foam and the 'I love you' under it.

He turns to look at me, his smile so radiant I can almost feel it.

"I love you, too"

He mouths and I blush.....

As always.

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A/N: Another one shot of Kong-Art.
this one is a slight different style but I hope you all will like it 💖💖