𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟐𝟖. 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

I stirred awake to find her gently trying to dislodge my arm from around her body. We had fallen asleep entwined, our bodies wrapped snugly together.

She was wearing my shirt, her scent mingling with the familiar fragrance of the fabric. My hand rested on her waist, my face nestled in the crook of her neck, our intimate embrace a testament to the love we shared.

"Good morning, Angel," I whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on her neck. Her body responded instinctively to my touch, and I reveled in the effect I had on her.

"Anshh..." she moaned softly as I sucked on her neck, her voice sending shivers down my spine. I hummed in response, my lips still on her skin.

She began to play with my hair locks, her fingers weaving through them as I continued to mark her.

"Ansh, stop na... You've already left so many marks that will take forever to hide," she whined, her voice like a child's. I chuckled, pulling back to peck her nose. She giggled, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"I love you," I whispered, my lips brushing against hers in a slow, tender kiss. "I love you more," she giggled, breaking away from the kiss with a playful smile.

But her expression suddenly changed to one of shock as she glanced at the clock. She pushed me away, her eyes wide with alarm.

I frowned, confused by her reaction. It wasn't late, and I couldn't understand why she was so suddenlly flustered.

"What happened, baby?" I asked, concern etched on my face. "Kuch nahi, utho, tum mujhe shower lene jaana hai. Breakfast banana hai sabke liye," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of urgency.

But her words were cut short as she hissed in pain. "Kya hua?" I teased, trying to stifle a grin. She shot me a glare, her eyes sparkling with mock annoyance.

"Sab tumhari wajah se ho raha hai," she said, her voice dripping with playful accusation. I chuckled, remembering the previous night's passion. "Was I the one screaming last night? Ansh, don't stop. Ansh, please..."

Her eyes widened, and she playfully hit me on the arm, her cheeks flushing with a delicate pink.

"Bathroom mein lekar chalo mujhe," she said, spreading her arms like a child, her eyes sparkling with a playful vulnerability.

I scooped her up, cradling her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my torso like a gentle vice. She buried her head in the crook of my neck, her warm breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine and stirring a familiar desire.

That's what she does to me - she makes me desperate, every time. I gently lowered her into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping her like a soothing embrace, easing her sore muscles. As the tub filled, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness, watching her relax, her eyes closed, her face serene.