It Happened In Florida

|Day Two|

"Life is a sleep, love is a dream, and you have lived if you have loved."

*Karan*

The blare of an unfamiliar alarm woke Karan the next morning, and he rolled over to see what the hell was happening, only to find himself face to face with Tejasswi, who was just blinking open her sleepy eyes.

Tejasswi had insisted that Karan sleeps on the bed, the couch would be too uncomfortable for him. She said she'll shift to the couch for the remaining days but Karan being the gentleman he is, couldn't let the lady take the couch. They argued back and forth for a while before concluding that they'll both just share the bed like friends. Fourteen days were too much for anyone to be sleeping there. They were both adults, they could manage.

He looked at her again. She was wearing his white hoodie. The one he'd been wearing almost every day since he landed in Florida, to the point where his sisters threatened to burn it, but it was his favourite.

He subconsciously reached for her, and she let him draw her close, giggling as his stubble tickled her nose. Her face was so soft, so warm and so comfortable, that he could sleep on it all day long. He
savoured the heat of her skin beneath his knuckles while his other hand drifted softly up and down her back.

"Good morning, laddoo" he murmured, nuzzling the crown of her head.

"Good morning" she mumbled shyly barely meeting his gaze.

"How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby." Her voice still husky. Slowly she set her hands on his forearm, drawing soft circles there. Her thumb slid beneath the hem of his T-shirt's sleeve, gliding across the sensitive skin of his muscles to his shoulder blades. Her touch was delicate, just like a feather.

That shouldn't feel that good. Nothing had ever felt that good.
This was all much more erotic than it should be.

Adrenaline. Endorphins. Dopamines. Let's blame them.

"Karan." Her voice drew his eyes from feasting on her body.

"Mm?"

"I'm just going to um...freshen up quickly, and then call for breakfast. You can take your time. Food will be hot and fresh when you come out, just like you like it"

"No no let me go first, I know you like to have a warm cup of water first"

"Let's make this fair. First, one to the bathroom gets their way" Her gaze had a feisty gleam to it.

He was still struggling not to stare at her cheeks, thinking about how much he'd love to suck on them, maybe give them a soft bite, so he was delayed in processing what she'd said.
But as she streaked past him, feet pounding on the floor, it finally sank in.

"Cheater!" he wailed.

Sprinting up, he gained on her soon with long strides, his height being an advantage.

She paused just at the bathroom door, craning around as she saw him bearing down on her.
He shoved her out of the way gently and was about to enter when he was jerked back by the hem of his T-shirt with an impressively strong yank.

She sent him off-balance just long enough to slip past him and launch herself into the bathroom, locking it from inside.

Jeez, that girl is surprisingly strong for that petite doll she looks like.

She raised the blinds from inside of the window that separated the bedroom and bathroom. Triumphant, her eyes sparkled, and those cheeks were out round in full force. Do they have therapists who treat you when you are too obsessed with cheeks? Is he turning into a Cheekomaniac?