Bhavna
It has been a week since Luciano came to our dorm, after that we're studying together like everyday. Sometimes he comes to our dorm and sometimes I go to his. He has been so patient and has helped me a lot these past few days. I used to feel nervous whenever he's around. But now that I've gotten use to his presence, I'm very much comfortable like I miss him the second he's away from me. Ugh! such a clingy thing to say, and.... we became friends sorta.Now I'm on my way to his room and my exam is in two days, I'm freaking out like hell. Luciano helped me learn everything but I'm afraid I'll forget everything. Knocking on the door, I wait for someone to open it, usually Luciano or Adrian opens it. Adrian is his roommate, a nice guy. But whenever, I come here Luciano gives him a look so he leaves leaving us both alone. I don't know why he does that.
I frown when nobody opens the door. I open the door and look inside
"Lulu?". Yes, I call him that, he calls me 'dimple' so I thought I should also call him something. He hates it when I call him that.
"In the shower!" he yells from the washroom. Ignoring the urge to say 'Akele Akele?', I sit down on his bed making myself comfortable. These past few days, something has changed between us and it became more difficult for me to control my feelings around him. I thought what I'm feeling towards him is ..just attraction or infatuation or whatever you call it. But boy, I'm wrong.
My feelings towards him are getting stronger each day, I often catch myself staring at him when he's not looking. And I think about him, a lot even when he's not around, it's like he's the only thing on my mind. And I don't know if he thinks the same about me.
My thoughts are interrupted at the sound of a door opening and I turn around to meet- a half naked Luciano.
I am immediately inundated by the smell of aftershave and soap, this became my favourite smell now and it's damn mouth watering.
And the sight before me, god heavens forgive me for my unholy thoughts. He's busy drying his hair with a towel and hasn't noticed me yet so I take the chance to ogle him.
Although I already saw him half naked at the club, but this time I'm having a clear view of his body. He's not too built, he's slim and muscular the perfect size with broad and muscular shoulder which I can imagine my legs on them, puffed chest and defined abdomen with abs which I wanna run my hands on..or tongue...and the V line near his hips. I'm suddenly curious of what's under the towel..
Okay you need to stop Bhavna, think of dog's poop smell and it's butt. Yes think of something even gross. I realised that I'm zoned out and I'm directly looking at his scrotch beneath the towel.
By the time I look up to his face he's looking at me with piercing grey eyes with a smug smile. I cringe in embarrassment. I look everywhere but him.
"I thought you left" he said slowly advancing towards me, the smug smile growing on seeing my flushed state.
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Alora
RomanceBhavna has never been one to cross the lines , coming from a south indian orthodox family she has always been the Ms Goody two shoes. But one day when her best friend forces her to sneak out into a club.....Let's just say that she's stuck at the wro...