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Namtan arrived at the school to pick up Luna, trying her best to avoid any direct contact with Film. The awkwardness of their last encounter still lingered in the back of her mind. She’d hoped to simply get Luna and leave without running into the woman who had turned her world upside down in just one night.
But, of course, fate had other plans.
As she stepped into the school’s lobby, her eyes immediately fell on Luna, chatting with Film near the doorway. From a distance, Namtan could see the difference in Luna’s demeanor—how nervous and anxious she had been just in the morning, now replaced with a newfound comfort. Luna looked at ease, laughing at something Film had said, her unease melted by the teacher’s calm and gentle presence.
Namtan couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy. How had Film managed to break through Luna’s walls so quickly?
Just as Namtan took another step closer, Luna spotted her mother and immediately ran over, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Mama!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Namtan in a tight hug.
Namtan returned the embrace, her chest swelling with love for her daughter. But as she glanced over Luna’s shoulder, her eyes met Film’s, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment.
The air between them was thick with tension, an unspoken understanding between the two. Namtan felt her pulse quicken, the memories of their passionate kiss resurfacing. The way Film’s lips had pressed against hers, the spark that had ignited in an instant—it all came rushing back.
But Film didn’t seem to acknowledge the weight of the moment. She simply looked away, focusing on packing her things, her expression neutral.
Namtan’s heart skipped a beat. The sudden coldness from Film stung, leaving her with a strange mix of confusion and irritation. How could Film ignore her so easily? After everything that had happened between them?
Trying to shake off the frustration building in her chest, Namtan gestured for Luna to wait in the car. She watched as Film walked toward her own car, the distance between them only adding to the tension that simmered under the surface.
“Wait for me in the car, sweetheart,” Namtan called over to her daughter.
Without thinking, driven by a mixture of desire and anger, Namtan strode forward. In one swift motion, she grabbed Film’s arm, pulling her toward the nearest wall. The force of the action surprised them both, and before Film could say a word, Namtan had her pinned against the cool surface, their faces inches apart.
“This time,” Namtan whispered, her breath heavy, “I won’t let you walk away.”
Film had never been one to back down from a challenge. When Namtan pulled her toward the wall, the world seemed to slow. The air between them thickened with unspoken desire, and Film felt a rush of exhilaration course through her veins. She didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, she closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against Namtan’s with a force that matched the intensity of the moment.
Namtan’s breath caught in her throat as the kiss deepened, raw and desperate. Her hand pressed against the cool surface of the wall, steadying herself as she pulled Film closer, her other arm wrapping tightly around Film’s waist. The warmth of Film’s body against hers sent sparks of heat racing through her, and Namtan’s senses were overwhelmed. This was reckless, intense, but somehow, it felt right.
Film’s hands roamed freely, fingers tangled in Namtan’s hair, pulling her even closer, her breath mingling with Namtan’s as their lips moved with urgency. Namtan’s pulse quickened, her heart hammering against her chest, but she didn’t want to let go. Her hands slid down Film’s back, pressing their bodies closer as if trying to merge into one.
Namtan broke away from the kiss, her lips grazing Film’s jaw, then her ear, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her neck. Film gasped, a shiver running through her at the touch. Namtan’s hands gripped her tighter, refusing to let her pull away, and Film could feel the raw power of their desire building. The heat between them was almost unbearable, a storm of want and desire.
“Namtan…” Film breathed, her voice ragged, but before she could say anything more, Namtan’s lips returned to hers, claiming them again in another deep, lingering kiss. The world outside the bubble they had created seemed far away, irrelevant. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling.
But just as Namtan’s hands started to wander again, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Reality crashed in like a cold wave. Namtan’s heart sank, and she pulled back, panting slightly as her eyes met Film’s. The moment had been stolen from them, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.
Namtan took a moment to collect herself, smoothing her hair back, her chest still rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She didn’t want to let this end, but she couldn’t let Luna see her like this—not yet, not here.
She stepped back, giving Film one last lingering look before turning to the car. Luna was waiting, her little face full of innocence, unaware of the storm that had just passed between her mother and her teacher.
As Namtan made her way to the driver’s seat, her mind was spinning, her body still tingling from the kiss.
But just before Namtan closed the door, she glanced back at Film. The words came out in a hushed whisper, her tone teasing yet full of promise. “We’re not done here,” she said, her lips curving into a sly wink.
And with that, she slipped into the car, her heart still racing, but the pull toward Film never having felt stronger.
Film stood in the parking lot for a few moments longer, her fingers grazing her swollen lips, still tasting Namtan’s kiss. She could feel her pulse pounding in her neck, the heat of the encounter still burning in her chest. Namtan had taken control, but something told her that this wasn’t the end. Oh no, far from it.
Film’s lips curled into a smirk, her thoughts already racing. Next time, she wouldn’t let Namtan lead. She’d take control. She wasn’t going to let this feeling slip away—not without a fight.
She turned away and walked to her own car, the tension in her body not easing, but intensifying. She knew this was just the beginning. And when the next encounter came, it would be her turn.
The drive back to Namtan’s new home was filled with an uneasy silence. Luna, nestled in the passenger seat, played with her phone, unaware of the storm that had just passed between her mother and her teacher. Namtan’s mind raced, her thoughts consumed by the electric moment with Film, the way it had felt to be held so close, to kiss with a hunger that left her breathless.
She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts. Focus, Namtan. Luna's here. You can't get distracted. But the image of Film’s lips—of the heat that had burned between them—refused to leave.
By the time they arrived home, Namtan was still lost in her thoughts. She helped Luna out of the car and into the house, but as soon as they stepped inside, Luna ran off to her room, eager to start on her homework. Namtan paused, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, letting out a slow breath.
She glanced down at her phone, noticing a message from Milk.
You good? You looked like you were about to explode when you left the café.
Namtan chuckled dryly, typing back quickly. You have no idea... She paused before adding, there's a lot to fill you in about.
She stared at the message for a moment, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She had to admit to herself—whatever happened with Film was far from over.
The idea of facing her again tomorrow at school made her stomach twist. But there was something about the way Film had kissed her, about the tension that still lingered in the air, that made Namtan realize that maybe she wasn’t ready to walk away from it all just yet.