Talk To Me

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Prem's POV

Walking out from showering, I look about for Wad. Letting the towel drop to my shoulders, I walk out onto the balcony, wrapping my arms around his waist nuzzling his ear.

"You haven't done that in a long time," I mumble, smelling the cigarette in his hand. "You ok?"

Since the meeting, he had been quiet, but I didn't get the feeling of him slipping away tonight, more like he was thoughtful. Wad reaches up and tousles my hair.

"I am ok. I don't know why I am smoking," I feel him shrug. "I found the pack in my backpack." I watch as he snubs it out, sighing.

Turning him around to look at him, "Talk to me," I tell him as I playfully butt my head against his.

"It is getting close," he says as he leans his head back and closes his eyes.

"The end of all this?" I ask as he nods. "I am glad. I want to focus on you, not all this mess." I pull him in and smile. Even though I hate it when he smokes, the smell of tobacco and plain Wad is what he smelled like when we first met. I bury my nose in his neck, making him laugh.

"P'Prem?" he hums happily, and I hmm in reply as I nip his ear.

"P'," Wad gasps. He pushes me back so he can look at me and smiles. "I am glad I came to university. I never knew it would be the best choice of my life."

"Choice?" I am puzzled by that word, "You were thinking of not going to university?"

"I had decided in high school not to go," He wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my chest as he explains. I love the feel of him against me. "School was not a fun place for me even after P'Dean left. So I didn't think going to university would be any different, but I still took the entrance exam to make my mom happy. I don't even know why I picked Engineering. Maybe it was fate." I like the thought of us being fated to be together.

"Remind me to thank your mom the next time we are home," I smile into his hair, feeling him laugh and nod. "What changed your mind about attending?"

"The day I got my results, my mom handed me a bankbook," Wad says, "We never had a lot of money after my father left, so I was shocked at the amount. Mom explained that my father's parents knew what he would do if they died. They must have hated that woman he is married to now. Way before they died in the accident, they moved most of their money into a separate account under my name only."

"Really?" I question and feel him nod.

"They knew what their son would be like, and they prepared for it, according to my mom. She said when they died, my father was livid when he only found a small amount of money in their accounts. His parents were very well off. He would have sold their house, but he moved his new family into that." Wad sighs.

"So his parents were nice to you and your mom," I pull back, looking at him.

"Very nice," Wad smiles. I am so glad that he has happy memories of them. I was afraid he only had bad ones from his childhood.

"My mom's parents passed away when I was around three or four, so I don't remember them," Wad looks wistful. "When mom explained that they wanted me to go to university and become something my father would regret not cherishing, there was only one choice. I honored theirs and my mom's love for me by going to university, and I wanted to rub it in my father's face when I succeeded."

"He never figured out where the money was?" I ask. It took a while to get his divorce from Wad's mother. He could have emptied that account during that time. I wonder why the greedy bastard didn't.

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