It was way past breakfast ti when they finally left the bed, bathed and changed into fresh attires.
Skyla insisted on eating her cake again, she wanted to savour and appreciate his cooking. So Zyair cut a large slice and brought it for her.
As she ate, they road around the house and Skyla told him about all the cherished mories this house held for her. The places she had laughed in, the places she had played and cried in.
"It will be filled with laughter again, soon very soon," he patiently told her as they exited her parents’ room.
"I want that but I don’t think I can live here alone, so many mories will crush and we can’t live together for now." She faced him with a crestfallen face, which made him tug her to his heat.
"Just a few more months and then you can officially move in. It’s only because people will not trash-talk about you that I am delaying this. Otherwise, I don’t want to be without you even for a second." He rubbed her back, easing the tension that was grappling her.
"I can’t wait, Zyair." Her left cheek was pressed into his hardened chest, as she held his waist.
"I wanted to ask you sothing," Zyair spoke up.
"Go ahead."
"Tonight, I want to take you to et my mother for dinner. I wish to make this official in front of her. Will you be willing to go with ? I promise no one will see us." His question had her lifting her head and quietly peeking at him while he observed her with expectant eyes.
"I will go with you wherever you will take ," she inford him without any lingering reluctance.
Her answer had him lowering his head and capturing her sanguine lips into a soft passionate kiss.
Once he let her go he happily murmured.
"Thank you! Co, let’s go sit by the fire and watch an ani."
Skyla loved the idea. Seed like he had planned the whole Sunday beforehand for her.
So they made so popcorn, lit up the fireplace, laid out comfy rugs and cushions and plopped on them. Skyla’s back rested on his chest while Zyair’s head was propped on his palm, his bent elbow buried in the soft cushion.
A large bowl of popcorn rested on Skyla’s lap.
The soft crackling sound of orangish-yellow fire from the fireplace filled their vicinity as Skyla played the latest ani both of them had been following.
Soon they were engrossed in the world of fast-paced ani. Skyla popped popcorn into her mouth every now and then and offered Zyair too. He would always lick her fingers more than the popcorn, loving the salty taste that coated them.
They continued watching it way into the evening and lost all track of ti. Zyair finally realised that they should head out soon if they wanted to make up for that dinner with his mom.
"Did you enjoy your birthday?" He asked, watching her side face illuminated by the crackling fire, her cheeks burning up. Skyla turned off the tablet and turned her face towards him.
"I loved it, best birthday ever." A hearty smile was quick to arrest her face.
"Hmm, so you do like getting devoured by ," he teased, trying to rattle her. She stole her gaze away but replied quite confidently.
"Maybe, who knows."
Zyair’s eyes slightly narrowed and his lips developed that lopsided grin.
"Is that so? Should I give another trial and find out for myself? I am feeling quite famished too. Maybe I can drink that nectar of yours."
Tips of her ears burnt and crimsoned and that confidence evaporated as quickly as it had arrived.
"No, we need to get ready now." Skyla quickly tried to get up and escape him but there was no escaping his muscled arms which loved nothing more but to hold her.
He had sprawled her on the fluffy rug in a fraction of a second.
"Not so fast, where do you think you are going?" He evilly smiled and she was lost in the beauty of his face.
Skyla couldn’t get enough of seeing him like that. God must have taken so special ti to carve him with such perfection.
"I don’t wish to go anywhere but to be here with you," she shyly confessed, placing her hands on his smiling face.
"Then tell Sky, did you ever touch yourself by imagining your boss when you didn’t know who it was under the mask?" Her timid eyes instantly lowered at his blunt question and her heavy chest heaved making her restless.
Why did he always have to ask such difficult questions?
"I—ummm, yes." The blush on her cheeks was of the sa hue as her hair now as she wanted to escape those hungered orbs of his. They had darkened with sinful desires at her answer.
"What a naughty little girl I have. Why don’t you show how you did it? Touch yourself Skyla while moaning my na," his smutty whisper was t with her sharp intake of breath. Her dainty hands flew to her face, hiding it away for she couldn’t look at him anymore.
How could he say such things with such ease?
This man really had no sha. He unrattled her in the most delectable ways and feasted upon her reactions.
"Nooo, please."
His raucously loud laughter echoed in the living room and he gingerly removed her hands from her extrely embarrassed face.
"I am just ssing with you girl. Co I will help you get ready. I have selected a dress for you, tell how you like it."
His soothing words had her turbulent heart relax a bit. She had truly believed he would make her do that.
Nodding, she let him take her to her old room. Zyair proceeded to the closet, opening it he extracted a wollen scarlet dress with tiny lilies embroidered on it.
Skyla’s sharp intake of breath at seeing it told Zyair she loved it and now the only part was to dress her himself with his hands.
"It’s gorgeous," Skyla touched it, feeling the soft thick material between her fingers.
"I designed it and Mom did the rest. We only made one, especially for you," Zyair explained with pride, observing how smitten she seed at the news.
"I will always cherish it," Skyla told him with her eyes twinkling. He didn’t know how much it ant to her, all these small gestures with which Doran never bothered.
She tried to take the dress from him but Zyair held on.
"Not so fast, my love. I will dress you myself." He naughtily winked at her, his face beaming with nothing but mischief which reflected in his hauntingly beautiful eyes.
Skyla tightly closed her lips in mortification. He truly treated her as a baby who needed dressing up.
He wished to dress her so she would know she was cherished by him beyond words.
"I can wear it myself." She made another feeble attempt to take the dress from him. But he only shook his head.
"Nah! Not a chance. Only my hands will be putting this on you, beautiful. Now will you be removing the shirt or should I do that too?"
The slight tilt of his head and that flicker of his tongue on his aty lower lip told her she should listen to him or he would be devouring her again.
Not that she would mind but they had a place to be.
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