Forget Me Not

Chapter Thirty-Three

More than a week later, Korn couldn't stop thinking about that night. Even the success of his final presentation had done nothing to dim the memory of making love to Mew. It had felt like too much to call it anything else. Little snippets played out in his mind at the least opportune moment.

Like his meeting with the senior management at CYZ Fabrication.

They had finally decided it was in their best interest to follow Korn's directive. But he had to applaud them for finally seeing the light because they wanted to bring all their factories up to the ISO standards. The numbers made sense and the safer working environment and improved quality standards didn't just make them look good; they were good for the company in every way.

Korn had listened to them regurgitate every single reason he'd used to convince them—then watch them act like it was their idea. He didn't care how they came to agree with him. He was just glad they were finally willing to follow through. The only problem with their suggestions was they only had one factory in Chiang Mai. They had another, much smaller, processing plant in Lampun while the two main production factories were in Bangkok.

" Are you willing to spearhead the process there like you've done here?" Khun Top asked. "We need someone familiar with the systems who's both willing and able to deliver. Is that you N'Korn?"

He hadn't answered but it was expected—soon. Korn liked it in Chiang Mai but moving to Bangkok would put him in the same city as Mew. That was a very strong consideration and he couldn't dismiss it outright. And just like that, he'd gone from listening to P'Keng and Khun Top debate some details to thinking about Mew again.

The drive from the wedding had been fast. It had been late enough that there were only a few cars on the road (and most of them were probably people leaving the same venue). Neither of them had needed to talk. The fatigue from the long day, the high emotions and everything he'd been keeping to himself had left him sombre and reticent. Mew had been the same.

It made no sense how they'd both known to linger by the entrance after taking off their shoes when they got home. They had faced each other in the narrow hallway, staring. Korn had reached from Mew and Mew had taken his hand yet each of them kept to their side of the wall. Until Mew drew him closer and in an unexpected turn held Korn's head to his shoulder.

The unexpected comfort had seared right through his soul. He'd felt every ounce of guilt that he'd been holding in. There was no apology that made sense of how contrary he'd been acting. He finally said the one thing that he knew Mew would understand.

"I wish I'd held your hand."

"You did."

"It was different—hiding behind Piti."

"It was good."

Mew had given him a gentle kiss on his cheek. A move Korn felt compelled to reciprocate.

"Let's get ready for bed," Mew said and he pulled Korn along before he could answer.

Pulling off his jacket he placed it on a hanger. His pants followed. There was nothing sexual about it. Mew was just going through the motions. But Korn felt strange—like the distance between them was too far even though they were a few feet apart.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was in the perfect position to grab Mew when he walked by. He pulled him so he was straddling his hips. Rubbing his hands up the silk shirt, the fabric added to the sensation of warm skin, hard muscle and that something that was only Mew.

"What are you doing?"

"Touching you."

It was obvious. Yet saying it out loud lent it a little extra depth and strength.