Gulf's POV
My heart goes thump thump thump. I want to pull away from his grip, but I want to stay like this at the same time, my brain goes blank. All I can see is Mew Suppasit's handsome face right in front of me. I forget everything.
No, it's too close. I don't like the feeling that I like him holding me. I move my body to show that I am not comfortable with this position and Mew Suppasit let go of me. I move back to the other side of the seat and look out of the window again. I breathe in and out hard, trying to calm myself down.
I know it. Mild and Boat says that when you meet your idol, your heart will beat fast and feel that you are going to faint. You will want to be closer to your idol and touch him. Does this mean that Mew Suppasit is my idol now?
I don't want to admit it, but I think he is.
The car stops. He picks me up in bridal style and walk to his house. His house is quite inside of the housing estate. We have to walk along the path for quite a long way. He is rich. His house is a three-storey brick house, well almost all his neighbours in the same estate live in a three-storey brick house.
He presses the password and sticks out his face for face identity and opens the door. The only thing I can say is that, his house is super big, much bigger than the look from outside. He puts me down gently on the sofa and goes to get his first-aid kit.
He washes his hands and put some oilment on my knees. "Ouch!" I cried out.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll be lighter," he says.
He leans closer to my knees and starts blowing air to my sore knee. It itches, like some ants crawling from my knees to my heart, making my heart flutter again. I blush again.
I look down at him, blowing my knee softly. I would never believe that my idol would do such a thing to me. He gently sticks a bandage to my knee and draws a smiley face on it. He smiles at me, "Gulf, I don't think you can leave by your own now. Stay here tonight, ok?"
I nod my head and he picks me up to his bed. His bed is super comfy. Rich people is rich people. Sigh.
He puts the covers over my body and gently strokes my hair, "Come on, Gulf. Sleep still. I will be here, alright?" I close my eyes with my face red from his stroke.
Mew's POV
Gulf is really so cute. My manager tells me many times not to take friends to my apartment because the paparazzi will find out easily, but I could not resist from bringing him home, let alone I just met him today. Plus I like him. I want to spend time with him. I know we are never going to be together, not only because Gulf is not my fan, but also my occupation. I am one of the most famous Thai actors, all the cameras in the world are chasing after me.
I will hurt Gulf like that, he will obviously go on the news. And I cannot let it happen. That's our destiny of being an idol, hide your love affairs or never having it. But it's no use, you never know when the paparazzi successfully take you pictures. And hiding our relationship would certainly hurt Gulf, like he's loving a man with a wife. Which I'm not, I declare.
I smile at Gulf, who is sleeping soundly on my bed now. I quietly lie down on the floor next to him and fall asleep.