Finally, they are settling into the car without any argument. Pravat glances at Tiwa every minute from the corner of his eye and is battling with old memories. Their love stories are different. They cannot sum it up in just two words. This tale of Alpha and Omega is fresh; it cannot be described in just a couple of words. They separate from each other, even though they are meant to be together.
Tiwa fidgets in his seat, holding back the whine that threatens to escape his lips as he is in heat. His omega can't help with the thick smell of alpha surrounding him. He must take his suppressant, but he is hesitant to reveal his identity in front of Pravat, even though the alpha already knows.
"P-Pravat..." Tiwa stammers, opening the window in a desperate attempt to mask his scent.
Not wanting to make the situation awkward, Pravat doesn't tear his gaze from the road while grabbing a water bottle. "Take it." He holds the bottle toward Tiwa. It doesn't mean everything between them is smooth and good. It's not. It will never be. He will attack him when Tiwa is strong, not weak. Attacking an already poor person is not proud of an alpha to insist.
"Thank you." Tiwa mumbles and takes the bottle, quenching his thirst and swallowing a suppressor pill.
Waving it off, Pravat senses that Tiwa is inside each feeling he experiences and resides in his every memory. He can't articulate it verbally. The unsaid moments of their stories are known only to them. He leans in closer, nearly crawling into the passenger seat. His eyes lock onto Tiwa's briefly before resting on his plump lips, then returning to his gaze. He reaches up to gently remove Tiwa's glasses and places them on the windshield.
Tiwa attempts to glare, but he finds himself unable to do so. Instead, he is gazing at Pravat with a mesmerizing look in his eyes that he is completely unaware of. His lips slightly curl until he becomes aware of his feelings and looks away, burying the smile in his heart.
Pravat, who is unsure of what it could be, frowns. All the future scenarios that flicker in the theater of his mind are suddenly replaced by memories. That rare smile he gets glimpses of from the passenger seat makes the drive so much more tolerable. A smile seems to be missing these days. Those eyes that he often wonders about now carry a tincture of sadness that has no right to be there.
A few minutes into the drive, they fall silent, and their hearts begin to distance themselves from one another. Pravat nods his head along to the beat, enjoying driving the car. He drives fast enough for a touch of excitement, but not so fast that he is doing something illegal; not that laws always stop him from pushing his sleek black car to its limit.
Looking over at the passenger seat, he sees a sight that can only be described as 'cute'. Tiwa's head slumps to the side, and dark hair spreads around his head in disarray. His chest rises and falls in a gentle rhythm—the type of pattern that one can only see in those sleeping peacefully. His arms are loosely folded and raised in time with his chest.
Pravat can't help but feel a deep affection for Tiwa in this vulnerable state. The omega's beauty is undeniable, just as it was years ago, like he is something out of a dream. Pravat reaches out a hand to stroke Tiwa's cheek, feeling a surge of protectiveness toward him, but halts when he realizes the intimacy of his actions.
Growling in frustration, he grudgingly focuses on the road ahead, his hands firmly on the steering wheel. He knows what the rules are. He promises himself that he won't get attached to Tiwa. He has every intention of obeying that promise. But when there's pressure on his shoulder, he glances over and realizes that Tiwa is resting his head there. What the hell? He wants to ask, but he doesn't say anything, and his traitorous body decides it doesn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest.
His body also decides to no longer listen to his brain because, in the blink of an eye, his hand is in Tiwa's hair, almost stroking like he's petting a deer, and Tiwa is humming his appreciation like a grunting deer. He doesn't know what the hell is going on. He doesn't understand why he's okay with this.
When it comes to Tiwa, nothing is easier said than done. Pravat was not in such a state yesterday or today, but he's been this way ever since. He loses all of his self-control whenever he's around Tiwa. There is something about this omega that shoots his composure to hell. If he were not involved in this situation, he would find it funny.
"Fucking Tiwa Buathong is making me act like an idiot. It has become habitual for him to control my mind, whether I'm asleep or awake." He growls and clutches the steering wheel tightly while staring at Tiwa. His mind demands that he shove Tiwa away if he wants to fuel the fire in him more, but his arm wraps around Tiwa before he realizes it. He doesn't let go, he doesn't stop, and he doesn't move. He just lets it be.
It's like the beginning of every fantasy he has ever had about Tiwa. With Tiwa beside him, he realizes himself. Thoughts about Tiwa keep flowing through his head all the time. He's not able to hold on to the moment. An omega's heart is like the colors that appear on a flower. An alpha's heart is like the colors that appear on a butterfly. Although the colors may appear to be different, the lips of the flower are waiting for the butterfly's wings to rest on them.
Pravat moves slightly and presses a featherlight kiss on the corner of Tiwa's lips. He gets distracted a little away from the road, but a smile curls on his lips as he looks at Tiwa. The intoxication he feels is completely Tiwa's effect; his beauty is to blame. His heart is filled with madness, and he has been inebriated by Tiwa, yet he remains unaware of falling into the hands of love. Is there anything more to say? No! Everything that needs to be said has already been expressed.