After that night, Noha found it extremely difficult to concentrate on his daily tasks, fighting with all his might not to think about what had happened. On one hand, he felt fear of that horrible creature he had seen in the forest. What the hell was that? How was he even going to continue with his life after what he had seen? Just remembering its stomach made his own churn, and he felt cold sweat run down his back.
On the other hand, he kept replaying what had happened with that man over and over in his mind. What does he mean by "keep running into you"? What's wrong with that idiot? What smell was he talking about? What was he supposed to want to do with me in that dirty closet? That last question made his nape and cheeks burn. Every time he remembered what happened in that closet, he felt incredibly embarrassed. What the hell was I thinking?
"What are you thinking about so much witEchoes of an encounterh that strange face?" Kai blurted out as he took Noha's shoulders and shook him lightly.
"Nothing that concerns you." "Don't you have work to do?
For your information, I've already finished all my tasks in the store, so I can find out what you've been plotting since the party at the mansion."
"I'm not plotting anything, Kai. You need to stop reading stories. Look over there, you missed tidying that up. Go," Noha said with relief at having gotten Kai away from him. He could feel how Kai would dig into his head until he found out, but this time there was no possibility that he would open his mouth, so the best thing was for Kai to give up.
After spending a long day at the store, distracting Kai with stupid tasks, Noha was exhausted. He wanted to get to the hotel and relax for a while now while he could. His stay at the hotel was about to end; the money he earned wasn't enough to pay the rent for his apartment and keep staying at the hotel.
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The narrow closet seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. He could hear the small noises coming from the cabin, like the wind hitting the windows and the creaking of the walls, the smell of wood. Their bodies were just inches apart. He could feel his blue eyes looking at his face, making every trace of reason escape his body. His hands clung fervently to his chest as if pleading. He wanted more closeness, but the other man didn't seem to care about his growing desperation. Calmly, he took the nape of his neck and slowly sniffed his neck. He could slightly feel his lips gently brushing against his neck, and although he tried to avoid it, a small moan escaped his lips.
"We can't do this here, Noha. I can't devour you yet," he said in his ear, his voice rough.
Noha woke up, agitated. It wasn't the first time he had had that dream. In the last few days, he had dreamed about this man at least once. It was always the same dream where he relived the closet situation over and over, where each time his common sense abandoned his body.
What's wrong with me?I don't even know his name, and I'm here a mess.
Noha blamed his lack of experience for his lewd behavior that time. For him, this was almost completely uncharted territory. He wasn't particularly good at relating romantically to people; he preferred to keep his distance, so he didn't let anyone get too close. Except for some occasional kisses, he had no more experience.
Since when do I like guys?
He had no answers to any of his questions. As the night passed, he could hear some noises coming from the city. The light filtered through the window, giving the room a warm appearance. He only knew that he would have to find a way to get answers or he would end up losing his mind.