The next moment he broke the staring contest, picked me up on his shoulders "What the fuck are you doing ?" I screamed before he threw me on the bed and ripped my shirt apart exposing my bra " I can't fucking resist you" he whispered brushing his li...
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Things are pretty--normal !
Is it called normal ? I mean should it be or not ?
I don't know
But since a week we have been working really fine.
We, in the sense 'Arvin and Me'.
Nothing was awkward the next day he woke up, after the day we made out. He acted so loving till we did the breakfast. He even asked how I felt. I mean I didn't expected anything like that but whatever--I didn't even expected being here at the first place so...
I was staring at his eyes when he woke up that day making me close my eyes suddenly "Good morning, sunshine" his husky voice still echoes in my ears time to time.
We never went that close again since the last week. Although we come together for breakfast and dinner but the talks are normal and I don't have reason for it, I think he too don't know why but the next day after the closure, we were at dinner where he asked how my day was.
I asked, 'give a guess how it should be ?' And he gave that smirk of his which he normally use. I have seen Arvin use his dangerously uneven smirk time to time and not to lie, I melt every single time.
He then said I'm allowed to do whatever I want inside the apartment but am not allowed to go out. Well I don't have to, that's the plan.
Also, this apartment is sort of a house itself, huge and so much to discover.
Since the last week I've came across so many things which I didn't knew is present here, a city viewing levish swimming pool, an artwork area and what not. Every inch of this space is filled with the finest things money can buy, the way from pool was through Arvin's room, the artwork area was through kitchen.
Everything which came in my view was the best version of that kind I had seen.
One is even wondering in front of me, putting something in the tea he's making. Yes, Arvin, an artwork.
Not just Arvin, it is Greek god vibe shirtless Arvin, enjoying the music as he's making breakfast for us.
You might be thinking what I'm doing, well-just-standing on the kitchen's door adoring the view, I know I should not but -- he's been like a book which I can't put down, like the sunset sky painted in all the rainbow colours, like the sound of my favourite song--when did I became a poet ? god can I get an apology here !? Ok, I look at the ground.
He stops, like he got the feeling of me standing behind him, thinking of his perfections, Arvin then turns the music down...but not fully, only to move to me- slowly--his steps making me nervous-- his eyes on mine but I'm looking at the ground.
His heat surrounds me intensity, like everything disappeared, even the air, now it's just his presence making me feel alive.
Arvin tilts his head, slides his hand to my jaw and makes me look up at him-- our eyes meet, as a big smile comes over his mouth, lips, eyes, everything. I smile in return as I couldn't hold back.
