The surroundings seed to slow down as silence filled the space. As my eyes half opened, the scene in front left speechless. Dave was frozen in his position as his pan-sized eyes stared at .
The disbelief was inevitable to ignore. Holy Jesus! What did I just do?
The next mont, our lips detached, but our faces were close enough to let our harsh breath crash, getting mixed. My hands were still on his chest, feeling the warmth seeping into my skin.
His eyes were fixated on , which made it even harder to hide my embarrassnt. Until now, I would have turned into a tomato.
Stupid Ele, if you don’t want to increase your embarrassnt, get the hell out of here.
With this, I let my one leg step back as I whispered out, "It was a mistake."
As the words ca out of my mouth, I tried to back track. Turning around, I almost got to the verge of running like my life depended on it when sothing pulled back.
Hitting the hard yet warm surface, I hissed in pain. Caressing my nose, I looked up as I realized the hard surface on which I had crashed was Dave himself.
His eyes were turned to normal size. The darkness in them remained, and so does the confusion, but sothing has changed. With confusion, I saw a spark of anger in them.
His breaths were still rough, but not like before. His hands snaked my waist, leaving no space between us. Trying to divert my mind from the intense stare, I tried to recall when was the last ti we got this close.
Probably Never.
Before, he used to even avoid getting us spotted together in public. It took two months and three etings with Grandpa to make him hold my hands in the family functions. The sign was clear as daylight, but like hopeless and idiotic romantic ignored all of it.
Now, I wanted to just slap my old self to let myself fall so down. The embarrassnt deepened, recalling so of the other monts. I felt almost disgusted with myself.
How can I even be near him after all of it happened?
The thought crushed all the feelings that started to blossom. I tried to pull myself from him, "Leave ." The voice ca out like a re whisper, but clear enough to let him hear, but he did not leave .
Instead, his grip tightened as if letting air past between us would be a felony, making him go to jail. I did not want to look at him, so I tried again. This ti, I gripped his hands, trying to loosen them up as I again pleaded, "Please let go."
But he did not.
My tries kept failing, and his silence started to poke like a needle. Taking a deep breath, I tried one last ti as I looked at him straight into his eyes. "Why are you doing this?"
Wrong Question. And definitely wrong action.
My eyes started to burn as I fought with the tears to fall off when he finally ended his silence with one question, "Was it a mistake?"
The question made my eyes widen in shock.
What did he want to say?
I again tried to get so space between us, but nothing worked when he again hissed at , "Answer . Kissing your husband is a mistake?"
My whole body shuddered at his accusing tone. How could he ask that? How dare he?
He was the one who kept pushing out of his life, and now he has the audacity to accuse of walking away.
God, from what material did you create this besharam (shaless) person? anger started sear through my veins as I gritted out the words, "Trust , you don’t want to know."
His eyes narrowed at as his breath started to get hotter. The tension in the surroundings got so thick that even a knife could cut it like a piece of bread.
His jaws were clenched as he was refraining himself from doing anything but I was done with him and his act. Just talking to him made my emotions go on a roller coaster ride. And living with him for days, months, or even years would either make crazy or him get crazier.
Though I don’t know if he could get crazier. I rolled my eyes at not having energy or the energy to continue the conversation.
"Get away from ." I used all my energy to push him, and I got a little success as his grip on loosened a little. Not wasting another second, I walked back, but can a prey get away from its predator that easily?
Hardly. And that happens to . Feeling his grip on my bun was the last mistake he would ever commit in his life. I turned to him to say so crap when a current ran through my spine, freezing my mind for God knows how long.
His hand softly tucked my hair, pulling as his mouth devoured mine. I did not even co out of the trance until his hands untied my bun, letting my curls fall over my shoulder freely.
His lips were warm, insistent, moving with a rhythm that left breathless.
He tasted faintly of chocolate and sothing darker — sothing I couldn’t na but already wanted more of.
His motions were swift yet smooth, igniting sothing inside of . Sothing unknown yet addicting. My traitorous body started to get out of control, feeling his other hand on my back slowly moving down.
His fingertips left trails of fla on my skin. His touch felt possessive as if he wanted to rember every curve of mine. My hands, which were clenching his shirt, now started to explore every inch of his.
Just when I thought my hormones could not have another peak, he pulled as he stared into my soul.
His voice ca husky yet firm when he spoke out those words, "If you ever said this, " he pointed between us, "was ever a mistake. I would shut you every ti like this. Understood?"
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