The Royal Marriage

Worry

(LAO)

I got out of the bathroom to see Chong already lying down on the bed. I stared at him and put my hands on my hips. "You have your own room," I reminded him in case he is forgetting that fact.

When Dayu married Qing, they decided to convert the entertainment room in the Pavilion to another bedroom so Chong will have somewhere he can sleep in.

Fuck good it did because Chong never slept on that room yet, instead he is spending his nights in my room.

In my bed.

His room is nearer to the Royal Couple's bedroom. Chong is their bodyguard. But instead of sleeping on his room, he is choosing to be here with me.

Which made no sense because until now, Chong and I are still in the agreement of not having sex with each other.

If we are teenagers, I'd say we are still in the second base. Heavy making out, naked from waist up. Heavy necking, if people are still using that term. What? But that's it. We haven't even seen each other fully naked yet.

It's not that we have no progress at all. I don't find it strange now to have Chong on top of me or me on top of him when we make out. And us rubbing our arousal together, fully clothed of course, is kinda hot. But we both agreed, that was enough for us.

We are taking the long road. I don't really know. I am still not sure where this thing between us will go to. And it's giving me unsettling feelings.

Lately, Chong is pissing me off. You think Dayu giving Chong some deathly stares is bad, I once thought of strangling Chong in his sleep because I am pissed at him.

And the worst part is, I am not sure why I am pissed at him. Or at myself. Why am I being restless? Why do I feel like ants are crawling all over my body that it's making me shudder? Like I am not comfortable in my own skin.

I hate the feeling.

I am pissed at Chong when I am seeing him. But you should see me when Chong and I are not together. When I have to be with Qing in an event and Dayu had to be somewhere else and Chong had to follow Dayu.

My hands always itches to call Chong just to hear his voice.

I don't understand myself anymore.

I hate this feeling.

And because I am feeling unsettled, I dump all this pissed off feeling to Chong. It's unfair, I know, but what can I do? He is the easier target. I cannot be pissed off at myself. I already think I am going crazy.

"For once, sleep in your room." I said as I put a shirt over my head. Together with my sleep short, those consist my every night sleepwear. I am comfortable sleeping with a worn shirt on me.

Chong...oh Chong sleeps with sweat pants on. Only a sweatpants. Nothing else. No underwears.

I can see the outline of his dick inside the grey sweatpants he is wearing.

And we will not elaborate that thought.

I close my eyes. Asking myself. Why am I suddenly obssessing with Chong, Chong's body and his dick lately? What is wrong with me?

"I hate that room," Chong replied as I slip under the cover of my bed on the left side.

"Why? I think it's wonderfully decorated," fuck, am I an interior decorator now? What do I know about color schemes and wallpapers?