When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

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With those dark emeralds zeroing in on him, how could he breathe? 


“You said you like the colors of my eyes and the sound of my voice. You said you like how I smell, yet you refuse to look at me, listen to me, or stay with me so you can smell me more. Why?” King keenly searched his eyes. 


There was a hint of sadness in King's soft, airy, voice. He sounded like he was wronged. Guilt surged in Anurak's heart and he didn't know what to say. 


“Are you scared of me? You are not allowed to be scared of me, Angel. You are not allowed.” King gently stroked his hair while talking to him. 


“Is that clear?” He asked, finally breaking their stare, and allowing Anurak to blink. He swallowed hard and nodded. 


“I also like your eyes.” King suddenly used his index finger to lift his chin, making him look again. “When the blue ring around your irises flare, it's like the sun peeking out from under the moon. It's alluringly beautiful.” 


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