Wrong kind of Attraction

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Anokhi

His fingers dancing their ways up my arms ever so slowly, leaving tingling skin behind them. I felt heat spread throughout my chest and into the roots of my hair. A lopsided grin playing on his lips, as his eyes filled with mischievous twinkle bore into mine "I thought you were one of those girls who like to clip their nails short, but guess what I was wrong" He commented playfully making me realize how tightly I'm clasping his shoulders, digging my nails.

If my face wasn't already crimson red, it sure as hell is now. Averting my gaze and pinching my lips in a firm line, I immediately withdrew my hands and stood up straight in front of him, oh the heart palpitations.

"Not that I mind it...." saying he stood up as well and involuntarily I took a step back.
"What?" I asked staring right behind him at the photos of Krisha with her parents and Naina on the grey wall of our interconnected dining area and tucked wisps of hair behind my ear.
When he said nothing, I forced my gaze back to meet his "I was saying-" he started to dip his head near my ear, but I turned away and walked to single seater beige sofa "Anyways.... change first" picking up pj and T from the sofa I turned back to him "stop spilling water" saying I threw them at him, at his face with that cocky expression to be specific.

"Your voice is uneven?" catching them he threw t & pj back on the sofa "it is subtle though, just like your ultra fine quivering that I felt just a moment ago" taking a step towards me he observed me, while I stood there oddly playing with a tendril of my hair.

This man, he has this art of switching moods in instant along with art of making me like something that's unethical, for example dance of his fingers up my arm. From I want to get away to that coy smile to you have thorns to flirtatious now, what's next?

wait, what flirtatious?

"Aww look at you." lost in my own thoughts, I didn't even notice when he walked to me "you are as red as an Elmo doll" he said with a soft yet mischievous smile, running a finger down my right cheek "why though?" dipping his head he purred near my left ear "are you embarrassed? Or is it something else?"

Am I embarrassed? As for now No. All this traitor brain of mine could focus on is his feather soft yet rough touch, touch I once actually envisage? yeah that was just one time thing, bruh....Before I realized how immoral it was. And forced that particular thought and all the images related to it out of my head. Or at least that's what I thought. But when his fingers danced their way up my arms and now that his fingers are dancing up and down my cheeks, I realize how I never flushed those unethical images and thoughts outta that damn head space. They were all up there and his cool yet burning touch evoked them.

Lazily his finger travelled under my chin and in one swift motion he lifted my head up "Quivering is sign of nervousness, fear or.... " he trailed off with a half smile

"Uhh, nervous and me? And fear? Of what" I tried to sound normal as I stepped back. In reply he smirked shaking his head slightly "You are not nervous?"

Nervous? Nervous? The moment I am alone, I'm gonna lie down for a while. To calm my racing heart.

"Ughh! Why does it even matter?" I said rolling my eyes and walking to the dinning area. Putting a good distance between me and a man with this bizarre ability of exciting me in worst possible ways.

"On the side note, that color suits you"
"What?" I asked tapping my fingers on the dinning table. My back facing him, because I can't with this 'red like elmo doll' face

"Black color..."

Black color? It took me few seconds to realize what he's talking about, but the moment I realized I looked down at my black pj shorts and turned to him immediately. My mouth hanging open.
"You"