Somewhere Only We Go (Editing)

Chapter 14

Kabir

I have been in Goa for more than 24 hours now and it still doesn't feel real. Avi gave me the best birthday present without even knowing how much this would mean. Okay in truth, I didn't think it would mean this much. When I said yes to be his fake boyfriend for a week I was already planning and thinking about how long I have to be with him so that I could sneak out and explore the state by myself. But I never considered Avi coming with me and showing me around. And I am beginning to think he loves Goa more than Delhi. He is more relaxed here, as well as relaxed as one can be with parents like his.

His parents flew down three hours ago and then we all proceeded to have dinner, it was one happy family reunion. Just kidding, it was worse than the dinner we had with his mother. Every single minute we spent during the day relaxing, laughing, and having fun was spoiled the second these people stepped foot in the house. I barely got Avi to loosen up a little today and now he is back to tense shoulder and exhausted smile. The good thing is they don't stay on this side of the villa and the rest of his family has their properties so we still have this small section only for us.

The shower turns off and a few minutes later Avi gets in the bed in his sweats, only sweats with his toned upper body fully exposed for me to drool over. Now that is a view I can fall asleep to. After getting comfortable in bed Avi opens his arms and I don't think I have jumped this quickly for anything the way I did. Even the bed pressed a little too deep because of it. Avi chuckles softly and then plants a kiss on my forehead. We stay like that for a few minutes my head on his chest moving in sync with his breaths.

"Tell me about a place for just the two of us?" I ask softly like a loud noise will interrupt this.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"You know like some place, somewhere.."

"Like somewhere only we go..." he replies. That is...exactly what I was going to say.

"It sounds silly, I know." I can see a hint of a smile on his face from the side.

"It does, but it's our kind of silly." Now it's my turn to smile. Our kind of silly, I like the sound of that. After a few minutes of silence when I am sure he won't reply he whispers, "Anywhere with the just the two of us is a place for us. Even in a room full of people the minute my eyes find yours, it's a place where only you exist for me."

My lips part and it's like my heart stopped for a second before I gathered myself enough to form words or move. I raise my head and crash my lips on his. Next, our clothes come off, his fingers find my hole and in a few minutes, we are breathless, sweaty, moaning, and ultimately spent. And when he kisses me again, I let myself believe that some of it is real and maybe just maybe we can build something that is just ours.

Our to love, ours to fight for, and ours to protect.

"Favorite food?"

"Where did that come from?" he asks.

"Randomly, I want to know and you sort of promised."

"I don't know, I never thought about it."

I pout. I know exactly what I am doing. He sighs. Which means it worked again. When Avi kissed me this morning when I was too engrossed in an email on my phone and told me I was pouting and it was irresistible he had no idea the weapon he was handling me.

"I don't think I have one, I do love cooking and I have tried different cuisines but those dinners and lunches were mostly for work meetings so I rushed through the actual eating part of it. The rest of the time I get my assistant to order me lunch which is mostly sandwiches or salad. And dinners are another thing."

We are sitting at a pancake house that has a beautiful view of the beach, it's on the farther side so it's quiet. After round 3 of our fuck fest last night I fell asleep as my head collided with the pillow, when I woke up Avi was already back from his morning run and was in the shower. So of course I hopped in the shower and then got on my knees before he could pin me and I became a screaming mess. I am way past the point where I am embarrassed about the desperate whimpers and loud noises I make because the thing is this is new even for me. All credit goes to Avi, no doubt there. Once we got dressed I thought he would cook pancakes for me again but I think he wanted to avoid sitting for breakfast with his parents and I was not complaining about that.

"What do you mean another thing?" I ask. It's more like a test of how much he meant when he said he would try opening up to me.

"Sometimes I have leftovers from lunch so I eat those, other times I just order stuff here and there, you know just a light dinner." I frown. That was weird. How can you have leftovers from Salad and sandwiches? That's barely a meal. Come to think of it, I have not seen him having a proper meal, other than the Dosa in the mall. Did he eat enough pancakes yesterday? He barely ate at dinner.

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Favorite food?" he asks.

Maybe I am overthinking it. He is healthy, no one can be healthy without proper nutrients. "Where should I start? I love pizza, every time I have a bad day I come back home and order a large pizza and almost finish it lying on my couch while I binge on some cheesy romcoms on Netflix. Last time I binged like three of those so that means almost 5 hours of lying in one position and I ate the whole thing. So you can picture now what you signed up for."

He throws his head back and laughs so loudly that I am ready to recreate the whole situation so he can keep laughing. Suddenly his words from yesterday morning came back to me, when he asked in a low sexy voice, what are you doing to me, Kabir? So I tell him more of my embarrassing stories and my not-so-good and safe attempts of trying to cook food.