Moon Trap (English Translation)

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Shama still has the same routine, sneaking into his own house at night like a thief. He didn't know how long he would keep doing this but at least he's getting used to it ... because that way he could look at Shertham more closely. A glamorous face that was white ... very white to the point that he could see the veins of blood on his face. He had long eyelashes covering his arrogant and deep eyes. By the way ... this matter of the physique is an equation that Shama still hasn't solved, because he really likes small women, he doesn't mean those mini size women, but yes he likes them to be smaller than him. He also liked curves, women with visible boobs and a tight butt ...

At that moment he sighed before saying: "Why doesn't he have boobs ...?"

Shama shook his own head trying to get his own thoughts away from him, before picking up the thin blanket that had fallen to the floor, reaching out his hand at the same time, to touch his soft hair ... before stopping.

"Still I went and caught you."

Why ...?

The person who did not understand himself quickly put his hands in his pants pockets before walking towards his work area. In fact, during this period, in addition to the mail expressing concern from his friends and students, there were also hundreds of messages from various concerned clients and assuring that he understood that now the most important thing was that he recover, that the work could be postponed. Still, by now it was unbelievable that almost everything that had been accumulated from outside work was almost finished ... but still he had refrained from accepting new jobs. Everything seemed to be as his mother had told him ... he was preparing to return to Thailand. Until his life is in better shape, he has no plans to return to the United States. There are some jobs still to be done that keep some clients worried, but he wasn't really worried, because all of those are almost done. So actually, now there is only one obstacle to continue his life as normal ... the relationship, between him and Shertham. Shama took his time walking, alternating from one part of the house to another. But in the end, he ended up standing by the sofa like every night. The lemon slice table seemed so narrow that the sleeping student had to put some leaves on the floor ... he just needs a bigger table. But if he sent for him, he would surely notice.

"If I bring you a new table ... you can pretend you didn't notice ..." His heart sank to the ground when at that precise moment Shertham moved, but he was relieved that it was just the younger one who had turned the other way. And in that position, the white ankles slightly slipped out of the blanket. The abode usurper rubbed his head vigorously, trying to adjust his mood, and dropped back into the same corner. Every day he sat at Shertham's feet. But it wasn't until now that he noticed that the other's ankles were beautiful. Shama used to learn how to draw the human body parts before too. On those occasions the teacher brought a catwalk model to draw. An important point of wearing shoes to look good is having beautiful ankles ... Shertham has those necessary attributes ...

He just got ready to enjoy the other's ankle. His hands ran over the white skin of her legs, before leaning down to press a light kiss to his ankle to the point of instinctively making more pressure than normal ...

"Damn ..."

He accidentally marked the other person's ankle, so he quickly looked at the pale-skinned owner who was still asleep ... and sighed in frustration ...

What happens to me today? I want to hold and kiss Shertham ... What do I have?

"I wonder if I'm distracted ... could it be that I'm already old ... huh ... huh?".

Before he finished doing anything else, Shama hurried out of the house. Left frustrated and confused until dawn. Unbeknownst to him, from the second-story window, the pale-skinned person who had just been abused burst out laughing. Shertham admits he's upset with the other party, but it's fun to watch as Shama walks so stubbornly and makes a contradictory funny joke. But he still doesn't understand why the other party is avoiding him? Well, he is able to touch him ... he covers him with the blanket and has even given him a soft kiss on the ankle. If he doesn't feel like doing it, why does he do it then? Besides, he suddenly appeared at his University, at the Faculty of Architecture ... everything seemed unsolvable. An equation to which he had to find an answer. If the other party is so afraid of confrontation, then he would be the one to facilitate the encounter.