Sarawat set his guitar down carefully, like it was a sleeping child. He took one step closer. Tine could smell laundry detergent and something vaguely like mint.
Tine’s heart plummeted. “Please. I’ll do anything.” 2gether Ep 1
But the way he said it—and the way he didn’t let go—told a different story. And somewhere in Tine’s chest, a guitar string he didn’t know he had began to vibrate. Sarawat set his guitar down carefully, like it
Sarawat’s arm didn’t move from his waist. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. Tine’s heart plummeted
For a long, agonizing moment, Sarawat’s face remained a stone wall. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched. It wasn’t a smile. It was something sharper. Curious.
It wasn’t a threatening look. It wasn’t even angry. It was simply a statement of fact: This one is mine.
