SOTUS: Hand over heart

Chapter eighteen

A/N - I wasn't going to update today. Then I saw some of you were  actually waiting for it. I thought all of you were chilling over the weekend.So I wrote this quickly, there may be more typos than usual.

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There was a knock on his door. Arthit took a last look at the mirror. He looked alright. He did make an effort to look nice. That's what moving on is all about isn't it. What was the point in locking himself in his apartment. Avoiding his friends and family. He still used his office mobile. He hadn't wanted to replace the one he smashed. He didn't want his friends to talk to him. But he should have guessed they wouldn't just let go. They had contacted his mother and gotten his other number. He didn't speak to them anyway. They seem to have picked up on the message and left him be. He was sure it was only for the time being.

He didn't know why he had agreed to go on a date with Pitcher. He did find Pitcher attractive. Maybe it's the way he asked. Arthit couldn't say no. Now he was at his door. Waiting for him. Arthit took Kongpob's gear out of his wallet. And took off his bracelet. His wrist felt naked without it. But he respected the feelings he had for Kongpob even if Kongpob had played him. His own feelings were genuine. He didn't want to insult it by having the things he associated his feelings with while he was with another person. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.

Arthit held his breath when he opened the door and forgot to let it out . Pitcher was standing at his door with a bouquet of flowers looking like he walked out of a fashion magazine .Arthit stared at him with his eyes wide as saucers.

" Flowers aren't your thing? I thought maybe.. I saw them on my way here.. I didn't want to at first.. but then.. ok I can see it's a big mistake.. I was just happy and these are pretty and it reminded me of your smile..and I will stop talking " Pitcher's smile faltered slightly as he looked around. " is there a garbage I can throw this? And you can open the door again like you didn't see it "

Arthit flushed. He hadn't known what to expect. The sight of the yellow flowers made him feel warm. Looking at Pitcher's embarrassed face made him laugh. There Pitcher was looking like a star holding flowers while looking red in face. It was cute..

He extended his arms quickly and took the flowers. He wanted to save the man from further embarrassment. It was incredible how he had changed. For once it wasn't him who was red. Now he could calmly accept flowers from his date without wanting to hide under his bed.

Pitcher smiled gleefully at him.

" shall we leave? "

" give me a minute. I will leave these in a water jug. Or it will die . Come on in"

Pitcher made his way in. And looked around curiously.

" you have a cozy place.. I like it.. feels comfortable. I hate hotel rooms. They are so depressing. I did tell you that before didn't I ? I hate having to sleep in strange places. But Pa insists I should meet the clients "

" I wish I could live in a hotel room! I hate having to clean this! My weekends are wasted mopping floors! " Arthit replied while placing the flowers carefully in a jug. Unfortunately he didn't have a vase. He never needed one before. Kongpob knew how he reacted to romantic gestures. So Kongpob never got him flowers. Now that he thought about it he would have definitely overreacted if he did receive flowers from Kongpob. What was different about Pitcher? Sigh.. he was still comparing everyone to Kongpob.

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Pitcher definitely had everything planned. To Arthit's delight pitcher loved food just as much as he did. The entire date mostly involved food. Food at expensive places. This boy and his money. Pitcher sure knew his way around the palate. He ordered a lot of things just for Arthit to try out. They discussed their likes and dislikes. Pitcher was a lawyer and he was an engineer. They had some interesting conversations. They looked at the world in different ways. Arthit was definitely interested. Pitcher then took him to a bowling alley. Arthit wasn't an amateur but he want exactly a pro either. Pitcher showed him how it was done. They were having a good time. After it seemed like a century Arthit was happy. He laughed along with Pitcher.