I Accepted It Already Chapter 10

The view outside the window was completely blurred, and even through the glass, the noisy sound of rain could be heard. Nathan still underestimated the power of the typhoon in the southern coastal cities, even though they were only lightly swept by the tail of the typhoon.

Now I can't move at all. It's not safe to drive.

The welding was too noisy and there were sparks. To prevent the dog from being scared, Nathan took the dog and hid in a small room. In addition to the sundries, there was only an old sofa, which might also be part of the sundries. The sofa looked a bit dirty, and Nathan hesitated to sit down, so he prepared to drag a bench from the studio.

Austin brought in the large T-shirt he had taken off and spread it on the sofa without hesitation.

"Please sit down and take a rest," Austin said, "I'll call you when the rain stops."

His T-shirt was too big, and it actually covered the sofa. Nathan had driven all day yesterday and worked for most of the day today, so he was very tired and sleepy, so he didn't hesitate to sit on it.

Sunday was very interested in the rain, and kept staring out the window without blinking. His pupils were dark, his nose was wet, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The puppy world is hard to understand.

Listening to the sound of rain and the vague welding, Nathan was still thinking about work at first, but gradually he became more and more sleepy. There was the smell of Austin on his clothes, probably the lemon-scented laundry detergent, which he also smelled when he went to bed last night. Nathan took off his shoes, curled up on the sofa, cushioned by Austin's clothes, and fell asleep.

It seemed like only a second between closing my eyes and opening them. When I woke up, the rainstorm had just stopped and it was completely dark.

Nathan stretched and found Austin sleeping on the floor. He sat cross-legged by the door of the small room, leaning against the door frame, frowning and closing his eyes. Sunday also fell asleep, with his head resting on Austin's shoes. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and his hind legs kicked lightly from time to time.

Nathan stopped stretching, stood up carefully, and took out his phone. It was almost midnight. Aria's phone was full of missed calls, but he couldn't hear any of them. He glanced at the man and the dog who were sleeping soundly, called back, put on his shoes, and tiptoed out. Before the call was connected, he felt something tight on his ankle. He looked down and saw that Austin had woken up and was pinching his ankle to prevent him from going out.

He stopped and said to Aria on the other end of the phone: "I'll be right back. It was raining so hard that I couldn't leave..."

After hanging up the phone, he said, "I'm leaving."

Austin pouted and pointed at the puppy who was sleeping soundly.

Nathan teased him deliberately: "Then I'll leave first."

Austin raised his hand pitifully and waved at him. Nathan immediately noticed that the base of his thumb was red, as if he was injured. He might have been burned by sparks during welding just now.

"What happened? Wasn't it dealt with?" Nathan asked in a low voice.

"There's nothing useful in the medicine box." Austin said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Nathan bent down and pinched his wrist, and looked at the wound. It would be strange if it didn't hurt. The surface layer of skin was burned off, and it was red and bloody. Although there was no bleeding, it looked scary. Nathan followed Austin's instructions and took out the medicine box. When he opened it, he saw a bottle of iodine in the middle, as well as cotton swabs, gauze and so on.

"It's obviously available." Nathan complained.

Austin said innocently: "Really? It hurt so much that I didn't see it."

Nathan rolled his eyes and said, "What you said doesn't make sense. Does it hurt?"

Austin nodded vigorously, and Sunday snorted in his sleep.

Nathan brought the medicine box over, squatted beside Austin, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, pulled his hand, and helped him apply it on the wound little by little. Although he said it hurt, Austin didn't shrink at all, causing Nathan to look up at him from time to time, not knowing whether he was in pain or not, and every time he looked up, he would catch Austin's eyes.

"Don't look at me." Nathan said with his head down.

Austin agreed obediently: "Okay."

Nathan helped him deal with it simply, cutting the gauze into small squares and pressing them on Austin's wound to fix it.

"Okay, it's time to go." Nathan said.

Austin gently rubbed the puppy's ears with his good hand, held the puppy's chin, and whispered, "Wake up, go back to sleep."

The two men and the dog took advantage of the night and walked into the drizzle. The air pressure was very low and it felt like it would rain heavily at any time. They only had one umbrella.

"It's a typhoon day and you don't even bring an umbrella. What's wrong with you?" Nathan complained.

Austin bent down to pick up the dog, shrugged, and explained: "It wasn't raining when we went out."

Nathan was speechless and pretended to move the umbrella away. Austin held the dog and pressed himself against him, as if he would die if he got wet, as if he was not the one who went out without an umbrella during a typhoon. Nathan was amused by his pretend nervousness and almost stepped into a puddle. His umbrella was also unstable and tilted.

Austin was still squeezing against him, and said in a panic: "I'm going to get wet, I'm going to get wet---"

Nathan stumbled backwards until he bumped into a roadside tree, his umbrella tilted. He didn't know why, but he just found it particularly funny. For no apparent reason, the urge to laugh emerged from the deepest part of his body, and he couldn't stop laughing. Austin was still holding the dog, and he stumbled with it, like two drunks on the street, making circles and bumping into a wet tree trunk together.

The umbrella had tilted to one side, but fortunately the tree was lush and leafy, blocking the heavy rain. Nathan stretched out his hand to push him and said, "Get out of the way."

Austin looked into his eyes, his eyes misty.

There was no one around, the atmosphere was a bit dangerous, Nathan's heart was alarmed, but the sudden happiness just now was so strong that he couldn't keep a straight face at this time, so he could only lower his eyes to block the contact of sight. The puppy was lying between the two of them, furry and warm, making it difficult to start, not knowing how to push it.

"Hurry, get going, the car is over there, go back quickly." Nathan urged.

Austin suddenly leaned forward, and Nathan was so scared that he held his breath. Everything in his eyes turned into slow motion. He only saw the mole on Austin's nose gradually approaching, and felt the heat on his face. He smelled the sticky smell of rain, the smell of puppies, the smell of lemon-flavored laundry detergent, and the smell of dust, because Austin had spread the T-shirt on the dusty sofa before.

It shouldn't be like this.

They k!ssed.

Obviously, things shouldn't be like this, but they still have dmn good tacit understanding. The angle of the head slightly tilted just fits, the curve of the lips just fits, and the half-extended tongue tip and the half-retracted tongue tip just meet.

Austin k!ssed deeper and deeper, and the back of Nathan's head was pressed against the tree trunk. He could hardly hold on and couldn't breathe.

Sunday was squeezed in the middle and struggled.

Nathan took the opportunity to push him away.

The rain suddenly got heavier, and no one spoke. They squeezed under an umbrella and rushed to the car. Nathan was very calm, or pretended to be calm. He skillfully turned on the navigation, reversed the car and even took some time to take out a few tissues and handed them to Austin, asking him to wipe his wet hair.

Fortunately, Austin, who always plays by his own rules, kept quiet.

They drove all the way back and drove directly to the hotel's underground parking lot. Nathan's suite was not on the same floor as Austin's room. Austin obediently got out of the elevator on his floor and said good night politely. When the elevator door was about to close, Austin looked back at Nathan, raised his finger and pointed at his lips, and smiled, mischievously and intimately.

Nathan held his breath and waited until the elevator door was completely closed before he leaned back against the wall of the elevator car. The shiny elevator door reflected his appearance, and his lips were frighteningly red.