33 YOU'RE NERVOUS?

Ginnan rubbed the back of his neck. "Um… I…" he was confused. He then answered honestly but by looking away in any direction. "Your mother called earlier…" his voice trailed off at the end. "I mean, when you were unconscious… and yeah… I picked it up and… we talked about a few things. Including your condition. Ah! Yes! I'm ready to be pissed off later! But now you can eat this curry first. Your mother said you eat it when you're not feeling well."

Renji wakes up. Stared at the tray and took a spoon.

Ginnan thought Renji would eat it. But the man handed him the spoon instead. "Try."

"Eh?"

"I bet you haven't tried it."

Gulp.

That's right.

"What should I do?"

Renji didn't blink at all. His pale fingers trembled weakly and remained firmly there. "You're asking me to eat something that the maker isn't sure about?"

Ginnan cake. "Ahaha… okay-okay. I know…" he said a bit annoyed. And he was even more annoyed when Renji pushed the spoon away just as he was about to reach it.

"Just open your mouth."

Ginnan clenched his fists subconsciously. ["This guy is sick, but he's still acting a lot! For God's sake!" he screamed in his heart. He couldn't help but try to feed it from Renji's hands. Refrain from being watched with that kind of gaze. ["Is he hungry for food or sex?! Why is it so scary?!"] Even so, Ginnan tried it anyway.

"Tasty?"

Ginnan tasted the curry and swallowed it silently. "Mn… how delicious! Why don't you try it?"

["But sweet!"] Ginnan thought. ["What the hell is this curry! Aunty Nana didn't make a mistake telling me to put that much sugar in?"]

Ginnan hadn't finished imagining yet, the nape of his neck had been pulled closer so that Renji could taste the curry straight from his lips.

DEG

Ginnan glared widely but was too stiff to react in any way. His lips were bitten by another very hot lips. Renji's temperature was so severe that it trickled down his throat. The man tilted his head. Tasting his tongue like he was chewing gumball. Ginnan blinked occasionally and reflexively clung to the man's shoulders. Nervous.

Surprisingly, Ginnan wasn't as insecure as the day Renji abused him on a tree trunk.

Ah, even dishonestly the touch of the man's lips feels good, although it's a bit strange to begin to accept.

Could it be a reaction to his decision to accept the fact of being hired by this man?

"You're right…" Renji said. Once released Ginnan. They stare from eye to eye. Very close. "Very sweet. I know this recipe. So thank you."

Unknowingly, at that time Ginnan was still dumbfounded when Renji started to enjoy his cooking. The first and second mouthfuls quickly flush from the spoon. Renji looked so enthusiastic chewing the tender beef covered in curry sauce even though his face remained expressionless.

"Oh… yes…" said Ginnan. He stared at the sight in amazement. Nana is right. Renji liked that curry. And Nana also said… this is the first time she's shared the recipe with anyone. Ah, to be more precise… maybe Haru would also be notified if he asked. But so far, Haru has never met Renji's condition to this point.

Renji looked at him again as the curry on his plate remained a little. "Your clothes are dirty too."

"Eh? Really?"

Ginnan lowered his head, Renji continued eating. "On your collar. There's sauce too, in case you don't know. But tomorrow I'll buy it instead. You can take whatever you want…" he said as light as a breeze. Without even looking.

"What?"

"Clothes. I'll pay for them."

Ginnan pinched his collar a little. "But these are your pajamas."

"Tomorrow you will go with me," Renji said. This time the plate suddenly cleared without Ginnan realizing it. Renji placed it on the tray. "To Milan. Remember?"

"O-Oh my God… isn't that canceled?" said Ginnan in surprise.

"Who said that?"

"But, isn't it… your condition is like this."

"You're worried about me?"

DEG

Ginnan was sure he was blushing a little by now. No! No!

"W-Who said?!"

"…"

Renji was silent. And Ginnan was also silent even though he seemed to be grumbling.

Suddenly Renji grabbed his face with his fingers. From the forehead… the man's index finger went down to his lips. Just a second there, he stroked gently with his thumb. "I decide…" he said quietly.

Ginnan couldn't help but look away and then slapped the hand away. "What the hell…" he protested annoyed.

"You…," Renji said. "You're my whore. And I want to touch you."

DEG

Ginnan's fist tightened subconsciously. "Yeah I know, but if you want to touch, just touch. No need to make me nervous!" his smack was rough.

"Oh, you're nervous?"

O-OH MY GOD!

Ginnan forced himself to glare at Renji. "Forget it…" he said. Even after that, he looked away again. "Hurry up and drink your tea. I'll give it all back when I'm done."