Tee's POV

P'Tae seemed to know what I was going to say even before I opened my mouth. He shook his head vigorously, the jerk. After ravishing me last night, because there was no other explanation for the appearance of the red mark on my upper inner thigh, he was showing no emotions at all this morning. He just kept himself busy with preparing our breakfast. I felt so small and so victimized. I decided that I was not going to talk to him for the rest of our stay in this cottage.

I sat down and helped myself to some of the scrambled eggs. I applied some marmalade on my toast and poured some milk into a tall glass that Copter had set beside my plate.

"Would you like some more toast?" Copter asked when he saw that I had popped the last bite of my toast into my mouth.

I nodded because I realized that I could not find my voice. I was feeling so hurt and angry at P'Tae's indifferent attitude towards me this morning.

To think that last night he was so loving towards me before I fell asleep.

Tae's POV

I guess it was my sense of guilt that made me avert my eyes each time that Tee would look my way. I just could not meet his eyes. At the same time I was afraid that he would see the desire hiding behind my eyes. I was worried that the other guys would catch on as well.

I was especially afraid of Bas. Do not be fooled by his being the youngest in our group. In the short time that I had known him I had noticed that he was a very sharp observer of things and was a very good judge of situations. His powerful discernment was no joke. It was hard to deny things to him. The moment he had judged a certain situation, you could deny it to him till you're blue in the face but he wasn't going to budge. I had to be very careful whenever he was around.

After breakfast, everyone helped to clear the table. Godt volunteered to wash all the dishes including the pan and spatula and big bowl that we had used to cook the scrambled eggs.

"Let me help you," Copter said to Godt, walking over to the kitchen sink.

"No, let me be the one to help," said Kim, "I really did not do much to help with breakfast."

He tried to pull Copter from Godt's side but Copter pushed him away.

"All I did was to set the table," said Copter, "I should be the one helping P'Godt with the dishes."

"Get away from me, both of you," complained Godt, "if you guys are going to pull and push each other, do it in the privacy of the bedroom. Be sure to close and lock the door."

Bas, Tee and I looked at each other in big surprise. Was Godt trying to say something? Were we supposed to read between the lines? Was he discerning something that we could not? For once Godt seemed to be more of a sharp observer than Bas was.

Kim turned a crimson red and Copter ran away in the direction of the porch.