Chapter 21: Mew

                                    

                                          
Shit.
                          
The cutie is in my arms. He is trying to move away from my arms, but hell no. I wouldn't let this happen. How many times have I thought of him this week? How many times have I had my mind wrapping my arms around his waist? How many times have I thought of him looking at me with those cute and shiny eyes?
                          
I feel his strong and fast heartbeat, with his heart almost racing out of his shirt, making my heart bumping faster and faster. It seems like both of our hearts are trying to see which one's go faster. Which indeed, I don't really know because I couldn't say who's heartbeat is who's anymore.
                          
I gulp. And gulp again. I...do not want to admit, but, his trembling lips...so pulped...so glittery...so...tasty. So tasty that I almost couldn't hold myself and have a taste of it. 
                          
He has already stayed still in my arms, stopped to get free. Just silently in my embrace, looking right into my soul, with his hands on my shoulder, squeezing tight a tiny piece of cloth. Ok, so he is nervous. Doesn't these kinds of scenes only happen in dramas? Should the hero carry the beauty in bridal style and take her away from harm? 
                          
Except there is no harm here, just many people trying to press down their smiling lips with their faces reddening. Not a suitable time, MAME claps her hands, "Nice job, boys! I am so astonished with the part when Gulf tries to fall down and Mew holds you tight. That's what I want! The chemistry is here...I can see that I haven't chosen the wrong ones. Now, Mew and Gulf, we will leave the room for you and you too can have a deeper understanding of each other. Alright?"
                          
She nods her head to the workers and lead them out of the room. At just one instance, embarrassment fills up the room. Only the two of us are left...especially when I'm looking at Gulf Kanawut with those wolf eyes. He moves a step backward, do I look like chewing him up in one second?
                          
I step towards him and holds his left hand. He tries to fling his hand away but I grip me hard. "Nong, MAME asked us to have a deep understanding. Shouldn't we be in some body contact?" I ask him with my pleading eyes, making my action as normal as it could be. Like holding hands with a person you have just known is very normal.
                          
His eyeballs roll left and right. Then finally, he nods his head for a little and I smile. I squeeze his little hand inside my big hand. Actually, Gulf Kanawut is even taller than me, but everything on him seems to be a baby size for me. Even his little hands, so soft and cute in my rough hands.
                          
I lead him to sit down the floor face to face. I start to introduce myself all over again.