Sky wongravee
The soft weight pressed against my chest was the first thing I felt as I woke up.
My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the faint light spilling through the curtains. For a moment, my mind was blank-calm, quiet-but then I became aware of the warmth pressed against me, the steady rise and fall of soft breaths against my skin.
Nani.
His head rested on my shoulder, his arm draped across my chest like it belonged there. The blanket tangled around us, his leg brushing against mine in a way that sent a low hum of contentment through me. He looked peaceful, his usually sharp features softened by sleep. His lashes, dark against his skin, fluttered slightly as he shifted, his lips parting in a quiet sigh.
I couldn't look away.
The chaos of last night-the anger, the fear-seemed so far away now, replaced by this fragile stillness that I didn't dare disturb. For someone who argued with me so stubbornly, who challenged me at every turn, he seemed impossibly delicate like this.
Instinctively, my fingers moved. Before I could stop myself, I brushed my thumb across his bottom lip, the softness of it making something stir deep inside me. He shifted slightly, a quiet hum escaping him, and his lashes lifted just enough for his dark, half-lidded gaze to meet mine.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice low and warm from sleep, the sound curling around me and settling somewhere deep in my chest.
"Good morning," I replied, unable to hide the faint smile tugging at my lips.
For a moment, neither of us moved. His hand rested lightly over my heart, his touch grounding, like he wasn't ready to let go. And neither was I. The silence between us wasn't awkward-it felt full, charged with something unspoken. I could feel it humming in the air, thick and undeniable.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked quietly, his gaze flickering down to where his hand still lingered on my chest.
"I did," I said softly. "Because you stayed."
His cheeks flushed faintly, a soft pink that only made him look more endearing. The confident, sharp-tongued doctor who could cut me down with a glance was suddenly shy, and I couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at my lips.
I shifted slightly, leaning in closer, my face just inches from his. His breath hitched, his hand curling slightly against my chest. He didn't pull away.
The kiss was soft, tentative at first, a question unspoken between us. When he didn't stop me, I deepened it, letting my fingers slide into his hair. He responded hesitantly at first, his lips moving against mine with a careful slowness, but then something in him shifted. His hand curled tighter into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as he kissed me back with more confidence, more purpose.
When we finally broke apart, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing unsteady, and his lips slightly swollen. The sight sent a low, pleasant ache through my chest. His eyes, wide and searching, met mine, and for a moment, I couldn't speak.
"I have work to do today," I murmured, my forehead resting lightly against his. "But I'll be back before dinner."
He nodded, his fingers brushing against my chest one last time before he slowly pulled away. "Okay," he said softly, his voice steady despite the faint blush still warming his cheeks.
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Nani hirunkit
I didn't move for a while after Sky left.
I stayed there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. His kiss was still warm on my lips, lingering like a mark I didn't want to erase. It wasn't just the kiss, though. It was everything-the way he held me like I was something precious, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me. It left me feeling... breathless.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I needed to shake this off, to get my head on straight. Sky was... Sky. Complicated, infuriating, overprotective, but somehow... irresistible.
I stood, stretching briefly, when I heard the faint sound of running water. My brow furrowed as I realized it was coming from the bathroom. I hadn't even noticed him head in there.
And then the door opened.
Sky stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips, his chest still damp and glistening faintly in the morning light. His hair was tousled, water droplets clinging to the dark strands and sliding down his skin.
I froze. My brain stalled. Completely short-circuited.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "See something you like, doctor?"
Heat flooded my face, and I turned away quickly, crossing my arms in a feeble attempt to act like I wasn't completely rattled. "You could warn someone before walking around like that," I muttered, my voice sharper than I intended.
"This is my room," he said, his tone teasing. "I didn't realize I needed permission."
"You don't," I shot back, my gaze fixed firmly on the wall. "But still-this is... different."
"Different?" He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, even though I refused to look.
"Sky," I warned, finally turning my head, but I regretted it instantly. He was closer than I expected, his smirk softening into something that sent my heart racing.
"Relax," he said softly, his voice dipping lower. "You're making this far more entertaining than it needs to be."
I opened my mouth to reply, but the words caught in my throat when he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against my wrist touching my blessing red thread. His touch sent a shiver up my spine, and I hated the way my body responded to him so easily.
"But," he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to graze my ear, "I don't mind. You're cute when you're flustered."
"Sky," I snapped, trying to muster some kind of authority, but my voice came out weaker than I wanted. His quiet chuckle made it worse.
He pulled back slightly, his brown eyes glinting with mischief. "Fine. I'll get dressed," he said, his smirk deepening. "Unless you'd prefer I didn't?"
"Go," I said quickly, spinning on my heel to hide the flush creeping up my neck. "Now."
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Sky wongravee
I couldn't resist leaning in one last time, brushing a quick, teasing kiss to his cheek before stepping away. "Be good, Nani," I said, my tone laced with amusement.
He immediately put his hand on his flush cheek. His eyes narrowed, his lips twitching like he wanted to say something snarky but couldn't quite get the words out. "I'm always good," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
I chuckled softly, shaking my head as I turned toward my closet. "Keep telling yourself that."
As I buttoned my shirt, I glanced back at him, catching the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. For a man who constantly challenged me, who pushed back at every turn, he was surprisingly easy to fluster. And I loved every second of it.
For the first time in a long time, I felt... lighter. Like the weight of the world wasn't so crushing. And for that, I had him to thank.