Pete felt the air miserably stifling. There was only a queen bed, and no room for a second spare bed even if Pete wanted to get one from the receptionist. Not even a sofa bed was in sight. It was awkward to say the least, that Pete and Vegas had to share a bed for tonight.

"Sorry for the inconvenience." Vegas whispered, as he lowered his head.

"Not at all." Pete found himself reassuring the latter, when really it did minded - a lot. I mean Pete just got rejected by the very boy he was gonna share a bed with. How could he not have cared?

"This whole thing- I wasn't aware of it." Vegas continued, slightly embarrassed that Ken had all this planned and he knew nothing about it.

Pete only 'hum' in response, because the truth was, he didn't know about this entire thing too. If he did, no way was Pol and Arm gonna get him to Chiang Mai - not for a million dollars so I guess both him and Vegas were in the same boat.

"I can sleep on the floor." Vegas initiated, but seeing the tiny floor space they had it was practically impossible so Pete suggested sharing the bed instead which caught the playboy by surprise.

"Are you sure about this?" Vegas asked wearily, afraid that he might be overstepping his boundaries. But Pete only reassured him with a nod, and Vegas can't help but feel a sigh of relief come through him.

Pete took the left side, and Vegas on the right. Though it was supposedly a queen bed, it sure didn't feel like it because their arms were nearly touching if not for Pete's desperate attempts at avoiding any form of contact. But in the moments he slipped, and their arms brushed, Pete couldn't help but feel all gooey inside, and his heart rate accelerated with every touch.

It was rather late in the night after everything had been settled with the hotel so Pete was rather exhausted both physically and mentally (and emotionally if he might add). Yet, he found it hard to sleep and it's most surely because of a certain someone who has been keeping him up the nights before and the nights to come.

"Do you want to switch off the lights?" Vegas asked, seeing the boy twist and turn and getting all restless.

Pete agreed, and so Vegas helped to turn off the lights and immediately as soon as the switch was flicked, the room was pitch black and Pete could barely see his own fingers.

Vegas was sitting up against the headboard of the bed earlier using his phone, but even he too was tired so he laid back down under the covers when the lights were off.

It's not like Vegas was having it any easier. When he saw Pete on the airplane, he was beyond elated. He missed having him by his side, missed the way Pete's eyes would lit up when he saw him and missed the way Pete would get all flustered at his advances. But that was it - he could only reminisce because Pete was never going to forgive him. The next day after he had rejected Pete blatantly, he regretted it but these were the kinds of the mistakes that were irreversible and Vegas knew he had blown his one chance that very night he left.

Vegas never really knew what it was like to love someone. He had always thought love was futile, seeing how his parents' relationship never really worked out, but with Pete he genuinely believed that there was hope. Yet, his insecurities got the best of him. He was terrified that things weren't going to work out and that they would eventually fall out and head their separate ways. He was so scared of losing Pete, the one person he really cared about that he decided perhaps it was best to not start anything then maybe, there would be nothing to lose. But the moment he ended things off there and then, he already lost everything.

Vegas had his hand hovering on Pete's shoulders. He wanted to hug him, tell him he's sorry and wished that turn could return to the very day Pete had confessed but he never did. He pulled back his trembling hand, and looked to the ceiling - hoping to get some sleep which didn't seem possible at this point.

"I'm sorry." Vegas heard a sudden mummer from Pete who had his back turned against him, trying to keep his distance from the latter.

"What for?" If anyone was to apologize it was Vegas not Pete.

"I was being delusional." Pete said with a pained expression. "You didn't mislead me. It was my fault for misinterpreting your kind gestures for something more."

Vegas felt a sting to his heart and a lump in his throat hearing an apology he didn't deserve. "No, it was never your fault-"

"It is." Pete interrupted. "I should never have blamed you. After all, what I was expecting, really? I should have anticipated a rejection, guess my ego was just in the way."

Vegas tried to explain but Pete cut him off as soon as he started like he had resigned to the fact that this was indeed him to blame. He was aiming for someone out of his reach, asking for too much and now he's just being slapped with the harsh reality to which he should be grateful for. At least he wouldn't embarrass himself further.

"I'll resume your classes next week." Pete stated, "We have finals coming up and it was irresponsible for me to leave you hanging."

"You don't have to." Vegas felt tears swelling in his eyes. The pain was too much to bear and the guilt was slowly eating him inside.

"I swear I have no hidden intentions." Pete clarified and it made Vegas hurt even more. "I'm not trying to convince you to like me. Just purely doing my job and I'm only going to be your tutor for this semester. Once finals end, the school's going to assign you a new one."

"You're only going to be here for the next 3 weeks?" Vegas repeated as his heart throbbed painfully against his chest like his entire being was trying to resist the urge to tell Pete he didn't want him to leave - he wanted him to stay by his side forever or as long as the world would have them.

"Yeah 3 weeks." Pete affirmed with so much optimism Vegas never knew could hurt this much.

"Then I'll be out of your hair and you won't have to ever see me again."