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She was standing on the kitchen counter in nothing more than a Tee shirt on, a tee that ended above her mid thighs, with probably nothing under it
he stared at the utmost beauty standing in his kitchen and his mind swelled up with memories again, particularly because, he knew that every time he saw her this way, it still felt like the first time.
Her hair was falling over her eyes with absolute perfection, even without her trying. And even though he tried to reassure himself that it was okay and mere attraction, who was he kidding? He knew he was slowly falling in love with her.
But for now he had to clear out his head and moreover he had to clear out things between them. The reason for all this was the itching awkwardness that persisted between the two of them ever since he kissed her. He knew that the awkwardness wasn't just about the kiss but there was more to the uneasy feeling that kept pricking him. For now, he just needed things sorted. However he didn't have a clue about from where to start and what to start.
The little hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she was sensing eyes on herself. He had kissed her. It was his duty to lessen the awkwardness. But the little voice in the back of her constantly argued back.
You kissed him back and tell me that you didn't enjoy it
"Coffee?" she found herself asking.
She was looking at him, holding his gaze with the same intensity as his own. "Won't you like to talk about.. err.. what happened?"
"Last Night?" she asked.
He nodded and immediately bit his lip.
She walked over to him, her toned legs seeming more welcoming than they were. She handed him his mug of coffee then spoke "Let's just say, next time when you kiss me, make it last longer." Though she didn't know why and how she had blurted those sensually arousing desire that she had imaginarily visualized since the time she was served the delicacy of his lips over hers. A tempting hot desire. And now it didn't bother what she had voiced out because what mattered more to her was her mental peace. Being only possible by putting an end to imaginations. Her hot, steamy imaginations. Yet nothing gave a guarantee that this would bring an end to her fantasies. Though she strongly wished. But a part of her wished something else, more real.
He was left wide eyed. not believing what he had just heard. His ears wishing her to repeat while his mind bursting with details. His gaze held hers' verifying the reality to her words. There was a smirk playing on her thin lips. While her stomach churned at his intently piercing eyes at her.
And when he held the silence for too long than required. She looked away back at the painting which was still kept in the living room and spoke "What style is that? freestyle?"
But he didn't bother to reply. Instead his hand chose to make its way down to her waist.
Pinning her against the refrigerator, all that he said was "I don't know and I don't wannna know. All I know is that I want to kiss you more. Alot more, actually"
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