What we promised to do for a long time, today we need it.
Mr. Kapoor, my Ram, I can’t say when he became mine, but it happened and this evening I don’t want to resist, neither myself, nor him, nor my love.
Yes, love. I love him so much that one second I can’t breathe, and the next, when he is near, there is too much air in me. It's tearing me apart and I don't want to object to it.
He pretends to be me, takes the rubber band that was on my arm. His hair and my hand. As if fate itself is pushing me to repeat this connection and I will do it.
I see him and am unable to keep my words: "You are so cute!" His reaction to my words is even sweeter, I no longer want to hold myself back, I hug and seem to become part of him, my smile grows by itself, my hand reaches for a cute ponytail and pulls off the elastic band.
His hair and my hand, that connection again. She haunts us and I am happy to understand this.
My hand caresses his hair and face, it seems that I can do this for an eternity, and he looks at me with his sea eyes, as if not believing that this is true.
But my feelings are true, I show it by repeating every step after him, a kiss on the forehead and a kiss on the hand, which he longed to receive for a long time, then in the shower, and I am not sorry to give him anything. I want this.
It’s as if Ram still doesn’t believe, but he does something that already surprises me: that very mother’s bracelet appears from his pocket, he puts it on so that I feel like the most valuable, his treasure, his everything.
No one has ever treated me like this.
He kisses my hand like a tender butterfly, but he scorches me with a high flame, he pulls me to him, I'm still shy, but he won't let me go, be so close to him... What is it? I will not deceive myself or him - the best that he could arrange now. There are only candles around us, but my sun and his kiss warm and illuminate me entirely.
Therefore, I easily follow him to the bed, he bends down and pulls me towards him, we are one breath away, but we overcome him too.
Kiss, this kiss is completely different, I feel what he wants, he takes my mouth into full possession, but the main thing is that he takes my soul, and I surrender to this and in return I want only one thing, kissing just as passionately - to take his soul. I know he will give it to me, and my soul... Already his, always his.
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