In Every Lifetime

Chapter Twenty Eight

Arthit opened his eyes only to be face to face with a handsome stranger. They were lying side by side on the bed with red sheets. It looked to be a wedding night room. He looked around his surroundings. Yeap, it was definitely his room so what was going on?

When the hell did his bedroom turn into this?

Who? What? Why? This was the first time he had been teleported back into his house like this. All this while ever since he had come to exist in this realm, it had been a whole lot of aimless walking in the strange environment. Until his parents provided his house, that was. Then he had a place to rest at night. He had just been strolling around the lake and then he felt a strange woosh. The next minute he was in bed. With a man. Also, now that he had been teleported, his head hurt. Why was he even feeling pain anyway?

He was dead.

A flurry of questions ran through his head before he finally realised that the man had an arm on his waist. He blushed as he tried to ease an arm between their bodies, slowly pushing away. He feared waking the other man up. How was it that he was dead and he still had to go through such a ridiculous situation? Which soul wakes up in bed with a stranger? It wasn't like he had gotten drunk and found himself awake next to an awkward one night stand.

"Oon.. Stop moving around.." The stranger murmured. Arthit froze. How did this person know his nickname? Only his parents called him that. The arm around his waist tightened as the stranger spoke and Arthit groaned quietly.

This was absurd. He wiggled gently, reaching a hand to try to pluck off the hand around his torso. But clearly, it wasn't going to work because all it did was make the man in front of him tighten his grip around him and even pulled him closer.

By this point they were nose to nose and Arthit could feel the other's breath. This was not good. He could feel his blush creeping up to his face. How does that even happen to the dead? It was most definitely all in his head. There's no way he could be blushing at the moment. And yet, looking at the man in front of him was definitely making his heart race. His phantom heart that was.

Arthit groaned again lightly and the man stirred, finally opening his eyes. Staring straight into the other's eyes, Arthit couldn't help but feel like he knew this person but he had definitely never seen him before. He would have remembered a good looking face like that.

"Wow.." The other man said. "I've never gotten a first person point of view before."

He raised a hand to touch Arthit's cheek, gently brushing it with his fingers.

"He's really lucky to have you." He murmured, eyes tearing a little. "I don't even get to meet you."

Arthit frowned. What did he mean by 'meet him'? Weren't they meeting, right now? Enough was enough. It was time to put an end to this confusing encounter.

"Alright mister." Arthit said, plucking the other's hand off his face with his index and thumb as though it was something dirty. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

He shifted himself away from the other, albeit a little unwillingly. It wasn't everyday he had a cute guy embracing him, alive or dead. But this was not the time to be lamenting that fact. He had a stranger in bed to deal with. Which was strange. The house had never allowed anyone else in. Ever since his name had appeared at its gates, it was as if he was the only one who could enter - like the house had magically recognised him. He had tried entering other houses but the doors remained dead shut.

So how did this guy get in?

The other person chuckled as he reached a hand out once again to Arthit, only to be smacked away by the latter.