Godt's POV

After we pulled apart from our tight embrace, I got curious.

"Bas,"I said, "how did you get here? Did you ask Joss to drive you over here?"

"No," he replied, "I took a taxi."

His answer satisfied me totally.

"Have you eaten lunch yet?" I asked because I had not yet eaten lunch and my stomach was starting to hurt.

He didn't answer. He looked away and I knew why.

"It's okay," I said, "I understand if you had lunch with Joss. It's my fault that I changed my mind about inviting you to lunch."

"I can help you cook lunch," he offered.

"Good idea," I said, taking out the ingredients from my fridge.

The chicken pieces that I had earlier taken out of the freezer had thawed out by this time so all I had to do was drop them into the pot of coconut milk.

Before starting anything, I poured a few cups of jasmine rice into the rice cooker and set it to cook.

Bas had already dropped the cloves of garlic and the pieces of ginger roots into the pot.

In place of salt, I used two teaspoons of shrimp paste to season the dish.

When the dish was ready, I poured it into a big bowl and set it on the table.

I then scooped some rice into another bowl and set it on the table as well.

I noticed Bas looking at the food longingly.

"I'm hungry again," he said with a laugh.

"Help yourself," I said, "there's more than enough for both of us."

I took out another plate from the cabinet and another set of utensils for him.

We ate in silence. I enjoyed watching Bas eating what I cooked. I could tell that he liked it.

I promised myself that each time I had a day off from my hectic work schedule, that I would invite Bas to my apartment and cook for him.

I really wished that I could spend every single day with Bas. He was always surrounded by so many friends and because Bas was very attractive I was always worried that someone would snatch him from me. Already I knew someone who was trying to. Joss. Joss Wayar.

I had to admit that I had stiff competition from Joss. I had to find a way to keep Bas at my side as much as possible. I was startled from my thoughts by Bas' voice.

"Let me clear the table and wash the plates and everything else," he offered after lunch.

"No, thanks," I said, gathering the used dishes and placing them inside the dishwasher. "I'm just waiting for the dishwasher to fill up and then I will start the cycle later."

"Do you have an extra toothbrush?" he asked.

"Of course," I said, "you will find one in the drawer beside the bathroom sink."

"Thanks," he said and proceeded to go to the bathroom.

When he came out, he was all smiles.

"Do you want to smell my breath?" he asked teasingly.

"No, let me brush my teeth," I said, "and then I will ask you to smell mine."

I did not ask him to smell my breath after I finished to brush my teeth. I just went straight ahead and started kissing him.

He was giving me back kiss for kiss without any hesitation.

Suddenly his phone started to ring.

He stopped to pull it out of his pocket.

It was Joss. He was video calling Bas.

I saw the indecision in Bas' face.

"Don't take it, Bas," I pleaded, "please don't."