When Duen is absolutely frank with himself, he has to admit these contradictions are part of what delights him about Bohn. He’d burst into Duen’s narrow, dutiful life like a Bang Fai rocket, laughing, teasing and vibrant, larger than life and twice as handsome, and nothing has been the same since.
“I do want to kiss him,” Duen confesses. “But I want the moment to be right.”
What if there had been a bit more communication… Everything would have hurt less, that’s what.