“No, now please just leave. And,” he tugged at the leather, “take this thing with you!”
“That stays on,” Rin said.
“Damn it! This isn’t funny!” Bay shot off the bed, momentarily forgetting all about his aching behind. The second his feet hit the ground, his legs gave out, and he toppled forward.
Rin shot from the doorway at a sped that made him look little more than a blur. His arms came around Bay, hoisting him back up. There was a crease between his brow as he took in Bay’s face. “Be careful. That was careless.”
Bay only partially heard him.
“What?” Rin asked when he did nothing but stare up at him. “Professor?”
He sucked in a breath. “Good Light. You!”
Last night it’d been too dark for him to get a good look, but now in the light of day, less than five inches apart, Bay could see him for who he really was. How could he not? He’d only been obsessed with the man’s face.
“You’re bluffing,” his aggressor didn’t sound so sure. For the first time, there was uncertainty in his mismatched gaze.
“Sila,” Bay forced himself to say it, dropping his arms to hang at his sides. “You’re Sila.”
He inspected him. “What does that even mean to you?”
“You’re my student. Last night, that wasyou?!”
“It’s not my fault you mistook me for my brother.” He lifted a single shoulder, shrugging it off like it was nothing.
“Please let me go,” Bay said.
“Not yet.”
“No, I mean,” he motioned behind him, “I need to sit down.”
Sila—the man who’d fucked him like a demonic hell beast who also was decidedly not Rin—eased Bay onto the edge of the mattress, remaining close as though afraid Bay might fall again.
As if he actuallycared.
Bay rubbed at his temple. “Please explain to me what’s going on.”
“Sure. But first.” Sila picked up the half-filled glass from the end table nearby and held it out to Bay.
Seeing there was no other option, and since he was parched anyway, he took it and drained the whole thing before handing it back. It wasn’t until he did that his taste buds picked up on the somewhat sweetness to what he’d assumed was just water.
“What else was in that?” he demanded.
“Pearl flowers,” Sila said. “It’ll help with healing. Your throat should start feeling better soon.” His gaze dropped low. “I already applied sun cream to your—”
Bay let out a startled yelp, only then realizing he was completely naked, and desperately tugged the comforter over his lap to cover himself. Sila’s expression was blank when he looked back up at him.
“You do recall me saying I carried you here and applied ointment, right?” He blinked at him. “Which implies I’ve already seen you in the light. All of you. Extensively.”
Not to mention all the times he’d watched Bay at the Seaside…Something he nicely didn’t bring up again.
Bay couldn’t believe he’d just thought the words Sila and nice in the same sentence after last night.
“I need answers.” He needed to remember how fucked up last night had been.
Even if it’d also felt amazing.
Even if the fact that it’d made him feel at all was amazing in and of itself.
