Do you want to go up?

Nate

I calmly release his hands from my waist, and turn to face him, and before he can say anything, I take his lips desperately. Will's reaction could not be different from mine, as I feel his tongue ask for passage, his hands wrap themselves around my neck once more, while I caress his hair.

Almost a month without kissing.

Almost a month without kissing that mouth.

I wrap my arms around his neck, as I feel his arms come even closer, and bring my body into his. I caress his hair, as he sucks on my bottom lip, and a heat burns inside me, and I try to put it into my mind that this is just a kiss, but I'm not alone in this, as I feel his hand lift the hem of my shirt, and then move down my chest. His hand goes down to my abdomen, caressing it, and this is making me uneasy, because I know what his intention is, and what it can do to me. He takes hold of the lace of my shorts, I push it away slightly, and disengage my mouth from his.

— Sorry, am I going too fast? — he asks breathlessly as he looks at me.

— Eh... A little bit. I think we should start doing what we agreed, don't you?

— All right, but is there something I want to know? — he asks, as I sit down on the sofa, and stare at him curiously.

— Say what it is!

— Are we still... Dating? What happened in this estrangement was... Was it... Like taking a break?

— As far as I know we did not break up, and this period was not a "time out". You know I was not well, and I needed to recover from the accident, and find myself, I was fragile and emotionally drained, and I needed psychological support... Also, the lawyers from the production company are taking over the case..."

— I'm glad everything is taking the right course! You did well to seek help, especially psychological, I hope it is helping you to face all this with another perspective. I think this has gone beyond all limits, and these people need to answer for this, they are baseless stories they make up about you. — I watch him and see his worried look at me, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, and an idiot for having taken him away from me. — But back to what I wanted to know. So, are we still together? I don't want to force anything on you, but I need to quiet my heart with this information, and I promise that everything will be in the time you want, and in the way you want it!

I smile, caress his face.

— I missed you so much!

As soon as I say this, he hugs me lovingly, and tears insist on flowing, and this makes me feel even more welcome.

Will

To have the confirmation that we are still together, and that he will let me stay by his side, even though, I know he continues to suffer from these vicious attacks, makes my heart feel lighter. To feel his mouth, his embrace, was so good. To rehearse with him again, to hear his voice, to talk about anything, is to be sure that we will get through this, and the love we feel is stronger than anything.

I promised Nate that I would take it easy, that I didn't want to force anything on him, and this is true, I need to be more patient than I already am, because I know that he has been through an emotional breakdown that has caused him to relive past pains, as well as the accident that left him physically injured. The fact is that a few weeks have passed, we have been working hard on casting, rehearsing, and sometimes I leave him at home, or he does the same with me. There's always a kiss, and that's it. But what I really wanted was for him to let me sleep with him, and I'm not just talking about sex, I'm talking about sleeping next to him, very close to him. However, I won't be a liar to say that I don't want him, it's been more than a month since we've done it, although I've been relieved in other ways, it's still not enough, I want more, and I don't know how I can tell him.

[...]

The recordings begin, and with them my willingness to give life to such a beloved and unforgettable character. Wanchai brought me so many changes, among them the lightness of being away from my parents' chains, having independence, and being able to choose the path I want to follow.

The days go by, and the work is still intense. Today we recorded many scenes, we will record a special scene, very interesting, that brought me a very suggestive idea to approach my boyfriend, and know if I can sleep at his place, or suddenly something more can happen. The scene in question, Thirasak is wanting to make a surprise to celebrate their anniversary, a serenade with a song he composed for him, and on the specific day, the other arrives late, is tired, seems to have forgotten, and even so he insists on putting his plan into practice that doesn't seem to work very well.

The director instructed us, and we rehearsed this scene days before at Nate's house, but I didn't have the courage to hint at anything, because he was upset about more stories they made up. The fake news this time was that I denied that I was dating Kanya because of him, so as not to get in the way of our ship, because he demanded this of me. Sometimes I feel like recording a video, laughing about all this and telling him that between the two of us there is a relationship, it is real, and telling all these idiots to go fuck themselves.

— So, Wanchai will come in talking on the phone, and as soon as he hangs up Thirasak will try to convince him to listen to the music he composed... Are we clear? Everyone take your places! — the director says. — Action!

I open the door, and start my conversation on the phone.

— San, don't forget to send me the pictures you took. I'll talk to the professors again about the budget for our course event, okay? I just got home, I'm hanging up, see you tomorrow!

I put the phone on the table, look at Thirasak who is smiling like a child.

— What's up?

— I am exhausted, starving too!

— I prepared something for you to eat, but first I wanted to show you something, and...

— I'm exhausted, I had to walk a lot today in search of accessories for the event! — Wanchai says and sits down.

He looks at me blankly, and speaks.

— I made a song for you, can I play it? — he asks, and I stand up and head for the bedroom. — What is it? You are home now! Besides, today is a special day. How about making the most of the little time we have?

He comes back with the towel on his shoulder, stops at the door and I ask.

— Is today a special day?

— Yes, won't you tell me you forgot?

—I think so...

— I can't believe you forgot our anniversary, Wanchai?

— Our anniversary? Are you crazy? What day is today?

— September 25th!

— Our anniversary is on the twenty-fifth of October, where did you get that from?

— Wow, I think I'm a month early!

— Always in too much of a hurry, love! I'm going to take a shower and lie down!

— Too bad, I had so much planned! — Thirasak says in a sly voice, and I would love for Nate to do this to me as well.

The text says I should make a thoughtful expression, because the character will recall a conversation he had with his friend, about not letting work and college get in the way of their relationship. Then, Wanchai goes back to talking about what I want to ask Nate.

— Do you want to take a bath with me? Scrub my back? - I smile, throw in the towel, turn my back.

Thirasak comes running after me, and the scene finally ends.

[...]

He is very talkative today, he seems excited, but all the way to his house, I couldn't get into the subject I wanted to. As soon as I park in front of the building, I decide to say what I want to say before the courage leaves.

— Nate, that last scene today was fun, don't you think?

— It was.

— Do you know that... Reminds me of you and me?

He takes off his belt, and stares at me in an amused manner.

— What do you mean, Bunny?

Did he call me Bunny? Do you have a mischievous grin? Nate, Nate, I know what you want, Pussycat!

— So, you used to choose between playing video games and rubbing my back, when you said you were busy with the game, remember? — I ask, unbuckling my belt, as he walks over to me, and lightly strokes his tongue across his lips, this is a reason to set me on fire.

— I remember well, and I always chose to rub your back! You know I miss that, and I miss... and...

— Sex? — I ask, and approach him.

I watch his expression. He swallows hard, and looks at me intensely.

— Do you want to go up?