Eternal Replay: A Love Rekindled

Chapter Three

Corey remembered the first time they kissed seven years ago. Nicholas was so clumsy and naive. He took off Corey's clothes in a daze and then blushed and asked him what to do.

Although the toughness in Nicholas' bones had never changed, the innocent him at that time was undoubtedly much cuter than the man who was now forcefully kissing him.

Corey had always thought that he had "ruined" Nicholas, that delicate flower, in his midnight dreams. Who would have thought that one day this person would turn into a "piranha plant" and come back to cause trouble.

Was this retribution? For making you sleep with someone in a muddle - headed way! Corey's thoughts were in a mess.

He couldn't resist Nicholas' advance, and his brain, in an automatic evasive way, began to recall memories from a long time ago, most of which Corey had forgotten over the years.

Nicholas had never been an ordinary child since he was young. When he moved across from Corey's house, he was silent for almost half a year. He looked at everyone as if they were his father's murderers. Corey's mother thought her own son was so well-behaved and didn't need to be worried about. She felt that such an obviously rebellious child was quite pitiful. Besides, Nicholas didn't have a father, and his mother was also unreliable. She was away from home six days a week, and when she came back for half a day, she would leave after only half an hour.

After Corey's mother knew about it, she invited Nicholas to have meals at their home. As time went by, Nicholas' mother simply paid the food expenses to their family, looking completely at ease to leave her own son with strangers who she had hardly spoken three sentences to.

Nicholas was different from the younger brother Corey had expected when he was a child. It didn't seem obvious at that time, but now looking back, Nicholas was extremely precocious. As for Nicholas' family background, from the time he moved across the street at the age of twelve until he suddenly left, he had never revealed anything, and Corey knew nothing about it.

It was just that he did have a hazy crush on Nicholas in those early years.

So when he saw Nicholas, who looked quite different, after the class reunion the next year, Corey was not only surprised but also delighted. Nicholas kissed him clumsily while he was drunk. At first, Corey half-heartedly resisted, but later he was completely active and slept with him.

It was really shameless.

Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...

The suddenly vibrating phone in Nicholas' pocket suddenly pulled Corey back to reality. He wanted to push Nicholas away when he wasn't paying attention, but unexpectedly, the person in front of him was still like an impregnable wall, standing still in place. However, the invasion of Corey's mouth gradually slowed down until it finally stopped.

Nicholas' heavy breathing was right by his ear, and Corey himself was no better. He was breathing heavily, as if he was about to drown. He was almost going to collapse, and his face was so hot that it seemed to be on fire. In such a situation, even if he was cursing Nicholas in his heart, he couldn't scold with any momentum.

Moreover, for such a situation, swearing starting with "F u c k you" seemed likely to mislead the atmosphere that had just turned around. Corey was struggling back and forth, and finally what came out of his mouth were just a few intermittent and breathless words with no deterrence: "Nicholas, the hell, do you want to go to heaven?"

The phone in Nicholas' pocket was still vibrating and showed no sign of stopping.

Being scolded right after a kiss, probably no one would be in a good mood, but Nicholas was an exception. He could even laugh.

From this, Corey guessed that this person might have become a bit abnormal over the years.

Nicholas slightly raised his head, changing their position from their necks touching to their noses almost touching. There was obvious joy in his eyes: "Don't talk first."

He lowered his head and kissed Corey's mouth, and at this time, he let go of Corey.

Corey was so angry that he wanted to beat Nicholas to the ground. However, thinking of the real muscles he had just felt, he cowardly turned around and turned off the faucet, silently cursing in his mouth.

Nicholas answered the phone and fluently spit out a foreign language. Corey listened carefully and found it was the same language he had heard in the elevator before.

There were two obvious figures standing at the louver air outlet at the entrance of the toilet not far away. Considering the previous situation, Corey had no doubt that those two people knew Nicholas. It was impossible to run out directly, and whether they could outwit them was another matter.

Corey touched his pocket. His phone had been left on the table before and he didn't bring it. At the moment, he was in a dilemma.

Nicholas talked in a high - low voice for a few sentences and then looked back at Corey. The other person was looking in the mirror.

Corey looked at himself in the mirror, a little scared. Who was this person with watery eyes, a blushing face, and looking like he had taken a powerful tonic!? It was as if he had just had s*x. Corey felt ashamed of his lack of self-control, not to mention that he was going to go out and continue having dinner with Joyce later.

Although he didn't have any real responsibility for forming a relationship with Joyce now, strictly speaking, the current situation was very embarrassing.

The great plan of sleeping with someone before had completely disappeared. Sleep, sleep my ass. Even if he could successfully get out of this toilet now, just thinking that Nicholas also lived in this hotel could scare him.

Corey simply lowered his head, reopened the faucet, splashed two handfuls of water on his face, then looked up, randomly grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped his face. Finally, after cheering himself up, he waited for Nicholas to hang up the phone.

Seeing that Corey was looking at him, Nicholas reached out a hand and affectionately touched Corey's neck, making Corey break out in goosebumps.

Fortunately, Nicholas hung up the phone quickly.

"Can we have a normal talk?" Corey brushed Nicholas' hand off his neck. "Let me answer your previous question first. The person I'm having dinner with is called Joyce, and she is the person I'm going to date. We're not kids anymore. What are you fooling around about after not seeing each other for seven years?"

Corey had lived a rather ascetic life in recent years, but he didn't think Nicholas was the same. At least when they met this time, Nicholas exuded a low-key and wealthy air from head to toe. The watch on the hand he had just brushed off was worth more than a million. Not to mention that Nicholas was young, handsome, and a top. He was also a shining and sought - after figure in the gay community.

"I miss you very much, my dear." Nicholas picked up Corey's hand and kissed it.

This made the goosebumps that Corey had just shaken off come back again. He almost jumped up from the ground: "What? What the hell are you thinking? You disappeared without a word for seven years, whether you were dead or alive. Now you come back and talk nonsense?"

Although Corey, as an adult at that time, did have some responsibility for sleeping with Nicholas, it was also a fact that Nicholas took the initiative to disappear without a trace afterward. Corey had thought about contacting Nicholas, but all the contact channels such as his mobile phone number and email address had become invalid. Corey had no other choice but to give up.

Generally speaking, as the person who had full initiative, Nicholas saying that he missed Corey so much made Corey feel insincere.

"I didn't come to find you for your safety," Nicholas still had a gentle expression, but the second half of his sentence started to be a bit off-putting. "I'm sorry, but don't say anything about dating someone else. It's impossible."

Nicholas didn't say any threatening words, but the determined light in his eyes made Corey feel inexplicably flustered.

At this time, the door of the toilet was suddenly pushed open by someone outside. An Asian man stood at the door and slightly nodded to Nicholas: "Boss, it's time to go."

Nicholas was still looking at Corey and replied, "Got it."

The man retreated again and didn't show the slightest surprise at the fact that his boss was inexplicably blocking a little star in the toilet.

"Wait for me to come back." Nicholas spoke gently again, but his actions were not. His strong hand suddenly covered Corey's hairline, and he turned Corey's defenseless head to his left chest. Then he lowered his head and sucked a dark red hickey on the exposed white, beautiful, and appetizing neck.

His movements were smooth and completely unexpected to Corey. When Corey reacted, Nicholas had already tidied up his clothes and strode out of the toilet.

Corey immediately turned around and tilted his head to look in the mirror. There was a bright hickey on his neck that couldn't be covered by the collar at all, extremely ambiguous.

How could he explain this to Joyce? He went out to use the washroom and came back with a hickey. Could he say that he bumped into something by accident?

Corey only hated that he didn't have the courage to smash Nicholas' head just now. Fortunately, he was vain enough to remember to put a small powder compact in his pocket. Although its covering power was average, it was better than nothing.