“Tell me about the part.”
I swallow my bite of food. “I’m one of the leads in a bl series calledMy Doctor, My Love. We just started filming.”
Kris stares. “You’re in a boys’ love series? Are you kidding me?”
I turn my attention from my food to him. “I’m serious. Why?”
Scratching the back of his neck, Kris says, “I just never expected you to play a gay character, that’s all.”
I smirk. “Do you know how many girls swoon over the guys who play these parts?”
Chuckling, Kris says, “I guess you have a point there. Still, you’re so…unapproachable. It’s hard to imagine you in a romance, let alone a gay one.”
“I can act,” I say a little defensively.
“Obviously, or you wouldn’t have gotten the part.” He laughs at my scowl. “By the way, I ran into Kaeo recently. She mentioned you.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t polite. The last time I saw her, she made a spectacle out on the street by shoving a bag of my things at me.”
“I take it you two didn’t end well.”
“To put it lightly, no. Although, looking back, I can’t say what happened. She was just suddenly angry.”
“Well, I think you could get her back if you wanted to. She’s still hung up on you.”
I shake my head. “I have no intention of doing that. She’s too high maintenance.”
“What, she wanted you to actually pay attention to her?” Kris asks.
I frown. “Do you want her or something? Be my guest.”
Kris shakes his head. “No. I just don’t think you’ve ever been in love, that’s all.”
I shrug, and we change the subject.
“Text me about your next performance,” I tell Kris when we part outside the restaurant.
“I will. And good luck with your series.”
I walk along the street, stopping in a few stores before heading for my car. I’ve just gotten behind the wheel when my phone rings. Seeing Pravat’s name on the screen, I answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey. You busy this afternoon? I thought maybe we could hang out.”
“No, I don’t have anything I need to do. What do you have in mind?”
“Come over to my place. I’ll text you the address.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m knocking on the door of Pravat’s thirty-first floor apartment. The warm smile he gives me when he opens the door makes my heart jump, and I tell myself to get agrip. What is it about this guy that throws me off kilter?Maybe it’s the fact that you’re kissing and cuddling with him on the daily, my mind supplies.
Slipping out of my shoes, I leave them by the door and step into Pravat’s studio apartment. The place is small but spacious, with the bed in the far right-hand corner behind a bookcase. A wall of windows shows off a gorgeous view of the Chao Phraya River. There’s a desk in the other corner beside what I guess is the bathroom, and a couch, coffee table and chair near the short bar that separates the kitchenette from the rest of the apartment. A row of brightly colored oil paintings on the wall over the couch catch my eye.
“Nice place,” I say.
“Thanks. It’s small but comfortable. I got it for the view.”
“I don’t blame you. Have you lived here long?” Walking to the windows, I gaze out at the boats, thinking it’s a beautiful view to have from your bed. The image of Pravat and some faceless guy wrapped in each other’s arms in front of the lit skyline brings a twinge of unexpected jealousy with it. Does he have a lover? Maybe the guy my sister says she sees him with at the university.