Prem sat on the edge of the bed, the coffee cup warm in his hands as he stared down at the swirling liquid, trying to think about the last thing he remembered. The sunlight filtering through the curtains made Prem's skin prickle.

„Is this... is this really everything that happened last night?" He tried to keep his tone light, but a knot of embarrassment tightened in his chest.
„What do you mean?", Boun asked confused.
„I mean... did I... say something... or... do something... strange?"

Boun tilted his head, frowning in thought. „Strange? Uh, no, not really. I mean, you were... lively, sure, but nothing too weird. Trust me, it was nothing bad. You were just having fun. You were a pretty cute drunk, actually," Boun added with a teasing grin.
„Cute?! Oh no, that makes it even worse!" Prem groaned, his hands still covering his face.

„Well, you were telling me stories from your time in college when you got drunk on booze and started stripping."
„I didn't? Oh my god. This is so embarrassing," he groaned, burying his face into his hands.
„Hey, you didn't actually strip, you just told me about it," Boun explained with a smile.
„What... what else did I... did I tell you?" Prem asked, afraid that he might have said something that he wouldn't want Boun to know.

Boun's grin softened as he shifted slightly, his gaze turning curious. „You also talked about your school days," he said.
„My school days?"
„Yeah, the time when I was your teacher."

A flicker of something unreadable passed over Boun's face. His former playfulness had shifted to something more serious—a slight tension that hadn't been there before. Prem swallowed nervously. He wasn't used to seeing Boun unsettled. The older man had always been so composed, calm and steady. Totally different from his nervous persona. But now something seemed different.

„You... remember much of that?" Prem asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
„About the time when I was your teacher, you mean?" Prem nodded. Boun closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, letting it settle him. As he exhaled slowly, his fingers raked through his hair, a gesture that seemed both thoughtful and slightly restless.

„I do. More than you think," he admitted, his voice low and his eyes fixed on Prem with an intensity that made Prem's heart race in his chest. „I remember... the way you used to look at me when you thought I wasn't watching." Prem's heart skipped another beat at Boun's words. He swallowed, trying to steady the rush of emotions building inside him, when he thought about the past and how he felt whenever Boun entered the class or smiled at him during his lessons, when Prem knew the answer to some of his questions. Did he already know back then, too? Did Boun realize that Prem's nervousness whenever he had to speak in class wasn't because he didn't know the answer, but because he was too afraid he might say something embarrassing while Boun was looking at him with those beautiful brown eyes?

„And I remember... the first time you really caught my attention," Boun said, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. „It was right after my class. You were sitting by the window, staring outside. You always did that, you know? You always seemed like your mind was somewhere else. Somewhere far away. I always wondered, what you were thinking about," Boun said with a soft voice.

Prem felt a faint blush rise to his cheeks. He hadn't realized that someone had noticed, especially not Boun. After all, he was just one of his many students, no one special.

Boun's lips curled into a smile. „It's really easy, you know?" he said teasingly.

„What?" Prem asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as he watched the older man's reaction.

„Making you blush."

Prem's heart skipped a beat as Boun's teasing grin deepened. He quickly turned his face away, but the heat in his cheeks was undeniable.

„Stop it," Prem muttered, trying to sound annoyed, though his voice betrayed him—soft and flustered.
„You know you're really good at that."

„Good at what?" Boun asked, curiosity in his voice.

„Making me nervous," Prem replied, still averting the older man's gaze.

Boun chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction. „I can't help it," he said with a mock pout. Then, leaning in closer, he whispered in Prem's ear, „You're just too fun to tease."

A wave of heat washed over Prem as he felt Boun's hot breath on his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, making it hard to focus on anything else. His heart was racing and his skin flushed with warmth.

Prem took a shaky breath, his heart still racing, his mind struggling to keep up with the rapid shift in their dynamic. What was happening between them? What was Boun doing to him? „You know, this is... I mean you..." Prem said, his voice faltering slightly. „You were my teacher. I..."
Boun's smile faded for a moment, and he nodded slowly as if considering the weight of Prem's words.
„I get it," he said quietly, his tone shifting to something more serious. „I know it's complicated. You were my student and... I was your teacher. But... we're not in that space anymore, Prem. We're not teacher and student. We are both adults. Two men who..."

„Two men who... what?" Prem asked, his voice barely above a whisper, afraid of what the answer might be.
Boun hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Prem's face as if weighing the right words. There was a tension in the air, thick with unspoken feelings.

„Two men who..."