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Gxxod's POV

All too soon, my wonderful time with Bas had to come to an end.  We both had work commitments to fulfill.

We kissed long and hard and then we had to part.  I ran out the door before he could see me crying.  I know it's immature but I am a bit private when it comes to shedding tears.  It's just a quirk of mine.

I sneaked into my trailer before P'Rose could see me and interrogate me.  i knew that I would have a hard time sleeping.  I kept reliving the passionate moments with Bas.  He was so shy but at the same time so bold.  He did stuff to me that never in a million years I expected him to do.  I felt myself pulsating down there as I continued to recall them.  Bas, oh Bas, I miss you so much.

I cried myself to sleep.

Bas' POV

My heart felt heavy as I boarded the plane back to Bangkok, but at the same time I was happy that I was bringing back the most beautiful and unforgettable memories with me.

For me, that first time experience with P'Gxxod was something that no one and nothing else could ever replace.  It will forever be etched clearly in my memory.  I never felt so loved in my whole life.  The thought brought tears to my eyes and I had to start wiping them away because the flight attendant walking past me looked at me and seemed about to stop to ask me if I was alright.

I looked up and smiled at him to show him that I was alright.  He was a tall and good looking young man.  He was also well built.  He was very attentive to me throughout the flight and I was grateful for that.  He didn't look a day older than P'Gxxod.  How I wished it was P'Gxxod who was showering me with attention instead of this flight attendant.

When the plane landed, he was one of the three flight attendants who stood by the exit to thank the passengers and to say that they hoped that we had a pleasant flight. I nodded to him when I passed by him.  He smiled at me and then I felt him pushing a piece of paper into my hand.  What the hell.  I slipped the paper into my pocket and didn't think much about it.

When I stepped into the arrival area, I saw my mom waving at me.  I walked quickly towards her.  A few people recognized me and started to call my name and to take photos and videos of me.  I waved and smiled at them and then ran to the car with mom.

"Did you have a good time in Shanghai?" my mom asked me as she drove me back home.

"I had a wonderful time, mom, thanks to you,  what will I ever do without you," I said with a quick kiss on her cheek.

"I'm glad to hear that," she said, "and remember I will always be here for you."

"Thank you again, mom," I said sincerely and settled comfortably in my seat.  And then I remembered the piece of paper that the flight attendant had pushed into my hand.  I fished it out of my pocket and unfolded it.  It had a name and a contact number written on it.  I crumpled it and waited to get home to throw it into the trash bin. I didn't want to litter mom's clean and tidy car.