A Gentle Breeze Of Love

𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗜𝗫

Vicky

The sight any guy would love to wake up to, okay, not speaking for everyone, but me specifically. "Um...Vicky" Thikki's tentative tone made me pause my staring at her chest and up at her flushed face.

I grin, lifting my face to hers and pecking on her lips. "Well, move now, I have to prepare breakfast" her tone is a bit stern and I submitted like the compliant guy she expects me to be.

Ah, what an astonishing view...

Thikki clutches her chest and sits on the bed while I look at her in awe, slouching beside her.

"Where is my shirt?" She grants me an almost indecisive yet a little miserable look. Coming to think about her query, I'm not sure where I had tossed that piece of unwanted attires the latter night.

You might think I'm extremely wild, but I wonder why Thikki should waste her time putting on that outfits on her body when she could walk freely without them...but strictly inside the home, and only because we are alone.

That's such an awesome idea,
Goodness, gracious!

Imagine her roaming around the home, independent of upper clothing...damn, I'm bad.

Shaking my head off that pleasing as well as the nasty thought, I begin my research of finding Thikki's undergarment and her t-shirt. I duck my head down from the bed, but the required object was not there. "It's there!" Taking in Thikki's relieved but also the 'oh fuck' accent, I divert my vision to her and then to the place where her eyes are pointing...

Upwards?

Those nonessential clothes couldn't be possibly wafting in the air, right? Nor it could be whirling in the handles of the fan, solely because I don't think a fan revolving at such speed comparable to a  hummingbirds wing would exhibit the doubt in my head, that is, until I perked up and glimpsed the steady fan and the hanging of aforementioned lost clothes upon the tentacles belonging to the fan.

Why in the world is this fan has ceased rotating??

I don't remember turning it off!

Oh...

The inverter must have got overloaded working its ass off yesterday to provide us with the electricity that we needed. And that must be the reason why this breeze-establishing source became numb and immobile.

"That looks wonderful" I mutter, gazing at the lazily lying clothes in the fan's arms.

"How so?" I can interpret the deadpanned stare that is being bestowed upon me by Thikki at that very moment.

Not altering my eyes from the fan, I utter, "Can't you see it Thikki? The scene appears as If a guy is having his girl clinging to his arms," I sigh and pin my gaze to Thikki whose eyes are again settled on the spider with five arms amputated. I meant the fan. My imagination has really gotten fantastic, isn't it? Oh, the marvels love could do!

"You have gone nuts..." Thikki shoots me a sudden angry look, meanwhile, I, as always, lend her a casual shrug. "I want my shirt and the other thing back!" She yells loudly. "Wait a minute madam Ji" she squints her eyes at me.

A few minutes later, Thikki had her back turned to me as she put on her clothes. I'm not a gentleman to walk out when my dearest Thikki is half-naked. I mean, why would I miss such a pleasant opportunity when it presents itself willingly before me?

"You have got a mole there, on the center of your spine. To be more exact, below your bra locks" no response. Not even an audible sigh of frustration.

Thikki remains quiet as she dipped her hands in her shirt holes designed for the very same hands. Once the shirt, to my great, unexplainable disappointment came over shielding her body, Thikki finally twirls to look at me.