The city lights twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow over the apartment. The streets were quiet, a gentle contrast to the laughter and chatter of the restaurant earlier. Karan and Arthit entered, hands intertwined, letting the door click softly behind them.
Arthit leaned into Karan as soon as the door closed. "I can't believe it… tonight was perfect," he whispered, voice low, soft with exhaustion and happiness.
Karan pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Arthit's head. "Perfect isn't enough to describe it," he murmured, running his fingers through Arthit's hair. "You… you make everything better."
Arthit looked up, eyes shimmering, and brushed a hand over Karan's cheek. "And you… make me feel… safe. Loved. Like nothing else matters."
Karan's chest tightened. "Because nothing else does," he said, voice husky. "Not now, not ever. You're all that matters to me."
They moved to the couch, settling together under a soft blanket. Karan wrapped his arms around Arthit, pulling him close, letting their bodies press together in quiet intimacy. Arthit rested his head against Karan's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"Do you know," Arthit whispered, "that every time I see you smile at me, it feels like… like I'm home?"
Karan's fingers traced circles on his back. "And every time you look at me like that, it feels like… nothing in the world could ever hurt us," he said softly.
They stayed like that for a while, sharing gentle kisses on foreheads, temples, and hands. Each touch was deliberate, tender, and full of unspoken promises. Karan cupped Arthit's face, eyes meeting his with intensity, and leaned in for a long, slow kiss that made their hearts race together.
Arthit's hands wandered to Karan's shoulders, then down his back, holding him closer. "I love you," he murmured against Karan's lips. "More than words… more than I ever thought possible."
Karan kissed him again, soft, lingering, and full of warmth. "I love you too. Always," he whispered. "And I will. Every day, every moment."
The night stretched on with whispered confessions, quiet laughter, and gentle touches. They explored each other in the soft glow of the apartment, learning the subtle language of closeness that only years of longing could teach.
Karan pressed a kiss along Arthit's jaw, down his neck, each one a silent vow. Arthit responded with gentle caresses, fingertips brushing Karan's arms and shoulders, holding him as though letting go was impossible.
"I never want to leave your side," Arthit breathed, nuzzling closer.
"You won't," Karan said firmly, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I promise. Not now, not ever."
Hours passed like minutes as they lay entwined, hands and lips finding each other in quiet exploration. Every brush of skin, every whispered word, every gentle sigh deepened their connection. It was a night of trust, vulnerability, and love—pure, untainted, and wholly theirs.
Finally, they rested together, bodies curled, hearts beating in sync, breathing slowing as sleep claimed them. Karan held Arthit tightly, his lips brushing the top of his head.
"You're mine," he whispered softly, eyes closing.
"And you're mine," Arthit replied, voice muffled against Karan's chest.
In the quiet, the world outside ceased to exist. Here, in each other's arms, they had found **home, love, and eternity**.
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Here's **Chapter 39**, picking up the morning after the intimate night, focusing on **Karan and Arthit's romance**, playful interactions, and tender domesticity. Lean and the friends are absent—this is purely about them.
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MORNING LIGHT
Sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bedroom. Karan stirred first, blinking against the brightness, then looked down at Arthit, who was still curled against his chest, breathing softly in sleep.
A small smile tugged at Karan's lips. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Arthit's face.
Arthit stirred, eyes half-open, a sleepy smile forming. "Mmm… morning," he murmured, nuzzling closer. "Don't leave yet…"
"Never," Karan replied, tightening his arms around him. "I'm staying right here."
Arthit stretched, yawning softly, before teasing, "You know… you hog all the blankets."
Karan chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to Arthit's temple. "I'm protecting you," he said, feigning seriousness. "From the cold… and from anyone trying to steal you away."
Arthit rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his smile betrayed him. "You're ridiculous," he murmured. "But I like it."
Karan leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "Good," he whispered against them. "Because you're mine, and I don't plan on sharing."
Arthit's hands tangled in Karan's hair, holding him close. "I'm yours," he said softly. "Completely. Always."
The morning stretched lazily as they stayed entwined, fingers brushing, lips meeting, and quiet laughter filling the room. Breakfast could wait. Right now, there was only **them**, the small moments of touch, and the comforting rhythm of each other's presence.
Finally, Arthit sat up slightly, still in Karan's arms, resting his forehead against his. "Do you ever think about… how perfect this is?" he asked quietly.
"All the time," Karan admitted. "It's not just perfect… it's real. Us. And nothing could change that."
Arthit smiled, the light in his eyes bright and soft at the same time. "Even with everything… we've been through?"
Karan held his face gently, thumb brushing his cheek. "Especially because of everything," he said. "Every struggle, every distance… it made us stronger. Made me realize I don't want anyone else but you."
Arthit leaned into the touch, pressing a soft kiss to Karan's lips. "I feel the same. You… you're my home."
Karan hugged him tightly, pressing another kiss to his forehead. "And you're mine," he whispered. "Always."
The quiet intimacy of the morning was punctuated by playful teasing—Arthit tugging at Karan's hair, Karan pretending to complain, laughter spilling freely between them. There was a gentle ease in their closeness, a rhythm that only years of longing and finally being together could create.
After a while, they finally disentangled just enough to move toward the kitchen. Karan held Arthit's hand the entire way, weaving fingers together as they walked. "I'll make breakfast," Karan said, smiling. "You just… supervise."
Arthit leaned his head against Karan's shoulder. "I'll make sure you do it right," he teased softly, eyes sparkling. "Or else…"
"Or else?" Karan asked, grinning.
"Or else I'll eat it all before you even taste it," Arthit replied, laughing, and Karan couldn't help but laugh too.
As Karan cooked and Arthit hovered beside him, whispering playful critiques and stealing kisses, the morning stretched into a perfect blend of warmth, comfort, and unspoken promises. Every glance, every touch, every smile reinforced what they both knew deep down:
They were meant to be.
And nothing—no distance, no past mistakes, no obstacle—could ever change that.
Karan pulled Arthit close for one last kiss before serving breakfast. "Here's to us," he murmured.
Arthit smiled, fingers brushing Karan's cheek. "To us. Always."
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End of chapter 38