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"Can you at least have a look?" Prem was holding the 1286 page tome out to Heer. Heer could tell it was heavy because Prem's biceps were nicely flexed.
"Ok, let's at least get comfortable in bed before we start reading Estee's Encyclopaedia of Ephe."
Heer heaved herself and her lehnga into bed. Shirtless Prem propped himself up on some pillows next to her.
"Does it say anything about how to undress an Indian bride?" Heer was checking the index.
"Aaah here it is!" Heer scanned the page quickly and heaved the book over to Prem to read.
Prem read, "Oh she doesn't talk about the bangles but I did a good job didn't I?"
"You did an excellent job darling," Heer tried to snuggle closer but Estee's book was in the way. Else Heer could have been feeling those biceps, which she hadn't really taken a close look at. The way they were a shade lighter than his forearms told Heer he kept them covered, oh what a darling man!
"She talks a lot about me holding your hand to my chest." Prem counted 28 references, "It must be an important part of the process."
"Oh very important," Heer breathed, "It's one of the first things you should do, it's what we girls love."
Prem took her hand and placed it on his right pectoral muscled chest. Heer said a silent thank you to Estee. The feel of him was way better than she had imagined, and she had imagined it a thousand different ways. The way his chest was framed by the collar bone that led to a very delectable neck was something she thought she could look at for hours. How strong and dependable he looked.
"And I'm meant to be ravishing you with my hands." Prem had paraphrased that bit to spare Heer the embarrassment but Heer was past feeling anything like that now.
"Ok so can we stop this nonsense now?" Heer asked with a slight blush starting to appear.
"Okie." Prem was starting to laugh but the sight of her blushing put a stop to that, "No no no please don't blush, don't blush, then I'll really have to read what to do when I lose control!"
"I think we're pretty turned on now thanks to Estee, don't you? Now get me out of these clothes!"
Suddenly Prem was an expert, his hands knew just where to go and what to do. Heer didn't really know at what point he did what but it didn't matter, except when Estee's book dug into her ribs,
"PREM!!! Get that book out of this bed or I'll do you an injury, so help me!"
part 3 below...............
