He passed out after that and as his body began to slip down I broke from my shock and caught him up. He wasn't weightless and we both nearly went down a few times before I even made it out the room of that creep who had tried to touch him. Anger boiled in me, partly at P'Arthit for doing this to himself—what if I had been late, what if I didn't hear his voice because I stayed up waiting for him to come back to the room and then even talked myself to go look for him when he didn't—the other part was directed greatly to that bastard who had dared to lay his filthy hands on my P'Arthit.

I felt a little crazy and very possessive of the man in my arms. Struggling, I dragged his sleeping weight to our room. I dumped him on his bed, no actually my bed, and he didn't even stir. I focused on getting him fully on the bed, pulling the cover over him and tucking him in. he only moved once in all that and it was to smile. What was he smiling about? He was molested by some guy and he... Just kissed me and told me he loved me. My mind was imploding and he was smiling in his sleep.

Irritated I grabbed at my hair and jerked. I was not getting any sleep tonight. The things P'Arthit puts me through, I sighed. Watching him sleep so peacefully, took the strength out of me and the adrenaline slowed. I was tired. I reached out a hand and brushed his hair away from his face and leaned down to kiss his forehead. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow and if P'Arthit would even remember all that happened but I couldn't stop my heart that was aching at hearing those words again. I sat on the side of the bed to continue watching him and I don't know when I fell asleep by his side.

Good thing I woke up first. At some point in the night I had moved in and was sharing the bed with him, my arms wrapped around his waist. It was so warm and felt so good and P'Arthit was sleeping so deeply I couldn't pull away. I ran my fingers through his hair in a slow caress that I know I wouldn't be able to give if he was awake. At first he leaned into the touch like a cat which made me smile, then he frowned deeply and seemed to be waking up and not pleasantly. I hurriedly left the bed and watched him stir awake with a grimace on his face.

"Oh," he moaned and turned his head this way and those eyes still closed and I smiled a little. This would teach him to go drinking with strangers. He sat up slowly tilting his head down then he raised his eyes and looked directly at me.

"Kongpob?" his fingers were deep in his hair and he looked lost and in pain.

"You've got a hangover P'Arthit, " I explained.

"You are telling me. Ugh." He moaned and started pushing away the blankets to get to the bathroom. I helped him get down and watched him leave. He closed the door behind him and I leaned against it listening to him get sick.

"I'm going out to go get you something for your headache." There was absolute silence from the bathroom then, "thanks."

I brushed off the wrinkles on my clothes and went out the room to hunt down the drug. When I was on my way back I spotted that loser from last night and I was itching to give him another punch -- just because-- when he lifted his face my way and I saw his swollen eyes. I must have hit harder than I thought.

"You son of a bitch, "he growled at me, "I'm going to get you for this"

Typical, it was the kind of line you'd hear from assholes who didn't know how much of an asshole they've been. I completely ignore him because I knew there was nothing he could do.

When I returned to the room I thought P'Arthit had left.He wasn't on the bed where I had left him hung-over. It was also easy for me to think that he left so he wouldn't have to deal with what happened last night. This was the last day of our trip, tomorrow we would go back to our different worlds and if I wanted I wouldn't have to deal with this either. Yet, the thought of going back sent a chill through me that I recognized as fear. I sat on the bed dejectedly. What was I going to do?

"Kongpob?" I raised my head and see P'Arthit's face peeking out through the bathroom door. It immediately brought a smile to my lips, I almost sighed out loud. 'If you were back why didn't you say something, you left me to die here?"

I got up and went over to lean on the wall and dangle the bag in front of him, "well who told you to get that drunk last night," I said. He tried to swipe the bag from me but I kept it out of reach.

"Kongpob, "he complained glaring at me. I didn't want him in pain for too long so I relented and let him have it. He didn't look very grateful and said,

"It's all your fault this happened you know," then he shut the door. I blinked at it and then pounded on it only because I knew it would annoy him.

"Hey what is that supposed to mean," I shouted.

"Shut up Kongpob."

Like nothing happened we went off to join our friends for brunch. We were loud, telling so many stories. I couldn't tell where one conversation started and where one ended. Basically there was no way P'Arthit and I could talk as we were pulled into one conversation after another. It was fun honestly but I kept catching P'Arthit's eyes on me. Every time I looked his way he was looking at me. I concluded that he remembered.

"Hey, what happened on the hallway last night?"

My attention was drawn to P'Bright. "It sounded like people fighting," P'Pem continued.

"I didn't hear anything last night," P'Nott said.

'Honey, you sleep like the dead," his wife said wrapping one arm around his with a smile on her face. She was one of those types of people who look better the more you look at them.

"Arthit, do you know anything about it," P'Bright directed this question at him and raised my suspicion levels. I watched him.

"Well you were the only one of us who stayed out late, "he added.

"How do you know that, P'Bright" I beat P'Arthit to reply.

"hm?" I think he knows by now that I know about their silly plans and what I thought of them. "Well the bartender called us to complain that one of our friends wasn't being very normal and needed to be taken care of."

Hearing that, I grew angry as I pictured the scene in my eyes. "Then did you see?"

"See what?"

That your best friend was being molested, that he was trying even in that state of mind to get away? I opened my mouth to speak but he interrupted me, "Kongpob" he said and shook his head.

Kongpob was mad, at me and at Bright. I didn't want to ruin this trip by putting others in a bad mood and if Kongpob had done what I saw in his eyes he wanted to do everything would be ruined. We only had one day, I didn't want to spend it quarrelling.

Kongpob looked away from me and after a few breaths walked away. "Hey wait a minute, what did I do?"

"Kongpob looked ready to kill you, " Ai Tota, supportive as always.

"What happened last night, P'Arthit?" Aim was asking me and I didn't have an idea what to say to him.

"did you get wasted last night and started misbehaving," Ai' Pem, always the joker. I laughed uneasily and said, "Something like that."

Bright didn't look too good so I asked, "hey, are you alright?"

"No I think Kongpob just thought something bad about me." I blinked and understanding came to me.

"It's just a misunderstanding,"

"Oh defending him, how sweet, "those two enemies of my self-esteem laughed and joked around. I gave them biting shooting glares and said, "Let me go talk to him."

I got up and left the table. It didn't take very long to find him; he was at the beach staring into the horizon. He only turned when I got to him and started staring at me so intensely. "Are you alright?" I asked after a moment went by in the silence.

He broke eye contact and shook his head. "I guess I'm just a little frustrated"

"Why, because of what Bright said?" I prepared to make excuses and explain everything.

"No. I'm really pissed at him but that's not what's got me frustrated."

I frowned a little, if I could help alleviate his frustration I would. I remembered how he helped me last night. I wanted to return the favor. "What has you frustrated"

"A lot of things," he replied quickly and went off to sigh heavily, "but you know what frustrates me the most right now... you."

"I feel like screaming."

Before I could speak he was in my face, I have never actually seen him like this. He grabbed me around the waist and I was too surprised to struggle out of that hold. He was speaking fast,

"tell me what you want P"Arthit," he was speaking formally too, "I have tried to stay away from you just like you want, I kept my distance, I agreed to be your friend. Why are you pushing me away and pulling me closer. Are you trying to drive me insane?!"

He kissed me then and sent waves of shocking pleasure through me from my lips to my toes. I didn't think, I didn't try to think and I didn't pull away. No, instead I wrapped my arms around his neck, his head and deepened the kiss. I forgot where we were, who could be watching and I just fell deeper and deeper into this man.

We got to the room barely able to keep our hands away from each other and then the door was behind us. I was pressed to it and kissed so deeply I thought I would never get enough. He pulled away and we shared a look filled with four years of longing, of desire and of love. There was so much left to say, I still did not know where my future laid with him and yet I simply could not live another moment away from his touch.

That brought tears to my eyes. He kissed them away as they fell, kissed my lips. "What's wrong?"

I shook, unable to speak, "it's just, I missed you so much"

His kiss was harder now, his touch hungrier as though his own feelings had been unleashed. I gave as good as I got and even though it was still daylight we roll on the bed and reacquainted ourselves with our bodies.