falling in love PART 11-12 UPDATED(kash ff) - Page 15

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Chap 10

I opened my eyes slowly. My head was resting against something soft but firm. It Sue and fell to a gentle rhythm. I lifted my head slightly to see Karan's face. He was asleep. I could see Mayank in the other double bed asleep as well. I needed to get him back to Jen, but I didn't want to wake Karan.

I breathed in the scent that was one-hundred percent Karan and wished for the moment to last forever. Unfortunately, Mayank's phone decided against it. "1-2-3-4" blared so loudly that I was sure that people in the rooms across the hall could hear it.

"Good morning, Jen."

I wanted to throw something at him. As if reading my mind, Karan took the pillow that I was supposed to be using and chunked it at him. He groaned as it missed.

"Let him talk to her, it's his birthday."

He groaned again and threw his arm over his eyes. "Dude, I forgot. Happy Birthday."

Mayank grinned at us before stepping out the sliding glass door to speak privately.

Karan took the hand the was resting on his chest and brushed light kisses across my knuckles. "We're going to have to head back soon. Especially if Mayank's wanting to spend some time with Jen on his birthday."

I nodded and reluctantly started to sit up, but his arm kept me firmly in place against his chest. "We are going to have to get out of bed, you know?"

He breathed deeply, "I'm not ready to let you up yet." He kissed my hair, "This feels so nice."

I had to agree, but I could think of a few things that would make it better. I turned my face so that I was looking into his eyes. My idea must have been written clearly on my face, because Karan leaned down and took possession of my lips. The kiss was slow and sweet. He seemed to be humming, and I could feel it vibrating all the way through my body. The arm around my waist tightened and pulled me up so that he didn't have to cane his neck so far.

I don't know how long we stayed that way. It was long enough for Mayank to come back in the room. "Pankit did warn me about your PDA."

Karan threw the last of our pillows at him, which he neatly dodged. "Is that what I get for my birthday?"

I sighed and pulled away from Karan. "Jen is going to kill me if we don't get you back to her soon."

He scratched the back of his head nervously, a strange action for Mayank. "She's gonna kill you anyway."

I glared at him. "What did you do?"

He shuffled his feet, "I just told her about last night. She's upset that you didn't tell her what was going on."

"Ugh, let's just get back so we can get this over with."

Mayank crossed his arms, "That's how we're going to act on my birthday."

I slid out of the bed and crossed the room to him. I stood up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Mayank."

He smiled down at me, "Thanks Shilpa."

I smiled at him and went to get ready for the day.

We all met downstairs and ate the complementary breakfast. After that we were on our way. I tried very hard not to watch the road. I knew that we had a lot of time to make up since we spent the night in a hotel rather than driving. So I was willing to deal with his crazy driving. I settled for texting Jen throughout the drive. She was in the boys' apartment before we even crossed the state line. I had a feeling that I didn't want to know what she had planned for him. We reached their apartment by nightfall.

"Shouldn't you drop me at my dorm? " I was confused.

He looked at me seriously. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until I'm sure that you're not going to go into shock."

I rolled my eyes, but made no move to argue. Nothing could make a Monday morning better than waking up in his arms. "Okay, well I still need to go back to get something to wear tomorrow."

"You could just borrow something from me."

"Is that really the image that we want to give of our relationship?"

The glint in his eye caught my attention. "I wouldn't mind if all the guys know that you were off-limits."

I shook my head slowly. "Karan, just take me to my room so I can get some things and drop my bags. BeSides, I don't want to be in your apartment for a few minutes."

"Why?" He looked at me skeptically.

I watched Mayank bound up the steps to open the door, "Because Jen is about to say Happy Birthday to Mayank, and I don't want to find out how sound proof your walls are."

I laughed as his face paled slightly. "Okay, well," he looked around like he was trying to make a decision. "Let's walk. That will give them time to do whatever she has in mind."

He still looked pale as he got out to get my stuff from the back. I got out in time to stop him from getting the second duffel. "We can burn it, and Jen will never know. I'm never wearing what she packed."

He cocked an eyebrow at me. "What could she have packed that has you running for the hills?" He unzipped the bag and pulled out the first object. Luckily it was not underwear. "Okay, what is this?"

"Well, that's Jen's idea of a skirt."

He chuckled as he threw it back in, but that was his only response. He took my hand and we began a slow walk back to my dorm. "So Sonia hasn't stopped talking about you. It's like you're the daughter that she never had. She'd probably kill me if I screwed this up."

I wanted to laugh, but I wanted to cry as well. "She's like the mother I never had."

He looked at me with a confused expression. "I thought your mother was still alive."

"She is, but she's never been much of a mother. She was more of a best friend. I was the adult in that relationship." I had to smile when I thought about my hair-brained, erratic mother. "She's an amazing woman. Where I'm shy and reserved, she's outgoing and fearless."

A tear rolled down my cheek which he caught with a kiss. "You miss her." It wasn't a question, it was merely a statement of fact.

I nodded, "Yes, very mush so. I haven't seen her much since my junior year of high school. We keep up through e-mail, but it's not the same." It was the first time I'd actually talked about this with anyone. I was trying to hold back the tears, but a few slipped through anyway. Luckily, we reached my room before I lost my control.

I collapsed on my bed, sobs shaking my whole body. Karan sat on the bed next to me and pulled me into his lap. I hid my face in his chest, embarrassed by my uncontrollable grief, but needing him there with me.

He rubbed my back as my sobs slowed and eventually stopped. When I was finally quiet he pulled my chin up so that he could see my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was so upset about that. You shouldn't have had to see that."

I tried to turn my face from his piercing gaze, but he held my chin firmly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I answered honestly.

He kissed my forehead, "Good, we should get some food in you." He looked around the room. "I don't want to sound too forward, but if you want to pack a few things to leave at the apartment, that would be okay."

"Like what?"

"Well, something to sleep in, maybe a few changes of cloths. I mean, you an Jen practically live with us anyway. It wouldn't hurt of have something for the nights that you pass out on the couch."

I bit my bottom lip. It was a really tempting idea, but I enjoyed wearing his cloths when I slept over. His scent helped me sleep. "Okay, just give me a few minutes. I threw my stuff from the duffle in the laundry and began to search for a few outfits that I could leave at his apartment. I decided that I'd bring some boxer shorts and ask to borrow a shirt to sleep in. It was a good compromise.

When I zipped the duffel, he threw it over his shoulder and took my hand. We walked back to his apartment quietly. I wasn't sure if he was afraid to upset me again, or if he just didn't have anything to say.

He dropped my duffel in his room and pulled me toward the kitchen. The apartment was completely quiet. I was hoping that it would stay that way. I was emotionally spent and couldn't deal with Jen's hyper-active presence. I was sure I was going to hear it for what happened at the diner, and I just wanted to relax.

Karan was looking through the cabinets, for what I had no idea. "What are you doing?"

"I was trying to find something to cook for you, but I'm at a loss." He rubbed his jaw.

I walked over and pulled him to the pantry, "You have plenty of food. I should know. I'm the one who keeps you stalked."

"Okay, " He wrapped his arms around my waist pulled my back against his chest, "What would you like?"

I looked over the ingredients carefully. I didn't know if I could trust him the kitchen or not, so I decided on something simple, "How about we do some kind of pasta?"

"That's a rather general request."

I nodded, "Let's start there and see where it takes us." I reached in and pulled out the shell noodles and the first red sauce I found. Usually I would make my own tomato sauce, but I was too tired. I handed that to Karan so that he could start boiling the noodles. I went to the refrigerator and found peppers and some mushrooms. I pulled out the cutting board and started to chop the pepper. Once I was done with the vegetables, I got a pan and poured in the sauce and my additions.

I turned around to see Karan leaning against the counter with his arms crossed across his chest. "You don't let people do things for you, do you?"

I didn't want to tell him about my lack of faith in him in the kitchen. "I'm used to doing the cooking. Amit couldn't cook to survive, and my mother nearly burned down the kitchen."

"So you don't trust me?" He was staring me down.

"It's not exactly that. I just take over in the kitchen." He'd nailed it on the head.

"Will you let me do desert?"

"What are you gonna make?" I was hedging. It was hard for me to give up the keys to the kitchen. Only Sonia had proven herself worthy so far.

"It's a surprise." He stared me down. The power of his emerald eyes was more than I could handle. I caved quickly.

"Fine, but you'd better not burn down the kitchen. I happen to like your kitchen."

He smiled at me and started moving around the kitchen. I saw some coco powder, caramel candies, and the normal baking supplies which he began to mix together quickly.

"For someone who doesn't keep a stocked kitchen, you sure know your way around a wire whisk.

He blushed, "This is the only thing I actually know how to make. My mom taught me when I was about seven."

I smiled, I was glad that he'd picked up some skills from Sonia. I was also glad that I had taken care of the first part of the meal. Maybe I could help him learn how to cook. He was going to burn through all of his money if he kept eating out. "Well, if Sonia taught you, I'm sure it's wonderful."

He poured the contents of the bowl into a pan and put it in the over. I was quite impressed by his skills.

"Okay, what do you want to do while we're waiting?" He reminded me a little kid sometimes. Too impatient to just sit around and wait.

"We don't have time to really do anything. You should stir those noodles so they don't stick together." He turned to the stove and picked up the spoon to stir. I was caught in the movement. I could see his shoulder blades moving as he worked through the noodles. The slight ripple of the muscles in his arms. He was magnificent. How had I managed to catch his attention?

He turned back to me smiling. I turned away blushing. Of course he had caught me ogling. He chuckled, "So when's it going to be ready?"

"Just give it a few more minutes. I want the mushrooms to finish cooking."

He drummed his fingers on the counter. "I wonder where everyone else is."

I laughed. "I don't want to know what Mayank and Jen are up to." I thought for a moment. "Then again, I don't want to know what Pankit and Sue are up to either. I mean, it's her birthday too."

He nodded, "Good point." The subject made him uncomfortable. I didn't have any siblings, so I didn't know how discussing their sex lives would make me feel. I decided to change the subject.

"So how long are you going to hold me hostage?" I wanted to make him laugh, and it worked.

"I haven't decided yet." His eyes were smiling at me. I was momentarily dazzled. I couldn't move. "I rather like waking up with you in my arms this morning. It's not something I want to give up."

I wanted to looked away, but his eyes held me prisoner. "How do you do that?"

He looked utterly confused, "Do what?"

"Dazzle people. It's not fair."

He smiled, "I dazzle people?"

"You haven't noticed? Not everybody gets things so easily."

He laughed, "I thought that was because of my charm and good looks."

"Well, it doesn't hurt."

He used the full power of his eyes when he asked his next question. "I dazzle you?"

"Frequently" I walked past him to the stove where I started to turn things off. "Will you get me some plates or bowls?"

He dug through the cabinets till he found two bowls. I mixed the noodles with the sauce and scooped out two servings. Handing him his I headed for the table.

We ate quietly. During the meal, the oven timer went off and he went to take out the desert. I could smell the chocolate.

I was close to sleep when he brought in the desert. The long weekend was wearing down on me. He placed a bowl in front of me. It looked amazing. "Brownie Sunday?"

"Uh-huh" he took a bite. "It's good, but my mom makes it better. I think she's hiding something from me. A missing ingredient or something."

"Being a chef is kind of like being a magician. You never reveal your secrets."

"She's more than a chef. She does everything. She even dabbled in architecture. She basically rebuilt the house they're living in now."

"It looks beautiful. It used to be this scary place that was nearly falling apart." I yawned.

"You're tired, you should get some sleep." He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. "We have to go to class in the morning."

I groaned. "I don't want to see Mrs. Blanton in the morning. She's made it her personal goal to make me leave college." I yawned again. "She hated me since the first day when I walked in late."

Karan looked at me as though he were together pieces of the puzzle. "She teaches the class you were heading to the day I met you?"

"Uh-huh," I was so ridiculously close to sleep.

"Did you tell her why you were late? I'm sure she would have understood the idea of being unconscious."

I shook my head, "She wouldn't listen."

My words must have been slurred, because Karan took my hand and dragged me to his room. "You should get ready for bed. You're about to pass out."

He was right of course. I pulled out my boxer shorts and began to dig through the cloths as if I were looking for something. "What are you looking for?"

"I can't find a shirt to sleep in."

As I'd hoped he would, Karan went to his drawer and pulled out a shirt and tossed it at me, "Will that work?"

"Yeah, thanks." I went to change in his bathroom.

By the time that I came back, he was already stretched out under the covers. He waved me over and I curled up next to him. He pulled me closer so that my head was on his chest. "Do you mind if I leave the T.V. on?"

"No, that's fine." I was so tired that I could have gone to sleep with Jen and Mayank having their fun in the next room.

I closed my eyes inhaling Karan's scent. I could feel the absent minded way that he ran his hands up and down my arm. A calm set in around me, and soon I was dreaming of a future that could only come with Karan.

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