You have no right to set me up with someone else. You have no right to replace Neen with someone else. And you have no right to make her feel less than.

Watinwanich No. 4

“Wife” is a term that the young mistress enjoys hearing from her dear wife. The status that proclaims her affiliation with this magnificent woman is something she enjoys. Any way you describe her as belonging to P’Runch—“my wife,” “my lover,” “my woman”—she loves it.

“I like what you called me just now.” In her initial remark following the kiss, the young mistress makes the bold admission that she enjoys being claimed by Runchlaphat. She presses her forehead against her wife’s, her eyes begging for tenderness. Her actions are making her dear wife fold completely. “‘P’Runch’s wife,’ ‘P’Runch’s lover,’ and ‘P’Runch’s woman.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I be yours forever?” A kiss is planted on Runchlaphat’s cheek following that request. The older woman nods readily. Her wife, however, is not satisfied. Peeracha plants another kiss on the corner of her dear wife’s lips and asks again. “Can I be yours, P’Runch?”

Did you have a fight?

Keep your wrist like this. Don't lower it. Or I'll stop. And... be patient. Until I'm satisfied.