A person can change a lot in a short span of time and I was experiencing this firsthand. I used to cringe watching the movies where a character swoons over their sleeping partner. I mean how much can you like a person to admire their puffy face and drool leaking from the corner of their mouth.
But I was wrong and so inexperienced in these things that I didn't know any better. It'd been an hour since I woke up and I was still in bed staring at Nolan's face, containing my smile. I still couldn't believe that I slept with him. Not once but twice. I had sex with a gorgeous man so I think I've achieved enough. The life I lived was definitely worthy.
I flinched lightly when he spoke without even opening his eyes, “Done admiring?” His morning voice was huskier yet it felt like soft velvet to my ears. I could listen to him all day. “Hmm?” A cocky grin was plastered over his damningly handsome face and his eyes twinkled with mischief. And oh god, my heart started its workout already.
“Huh-uh. I am gonna get up now.” I smiled as his grin disappeared, replacing it with a pout. He was too much like a baby when he needed attention. I kissed his pout and was about to get up when a numbing pain striked me in my lower abdomen.
I was just sore the first time but this time, I couldn't even feel my legs. I was numb from my hips to the very last toe nail. I couldn't even move with all the ache in my lower body and Nolan seemed to had noticed it.
He hurriedly sat up straight on his knees like an obedient puppy. “Does it hurt a lot?” Aww! Was he worried? After being the one to do this? The vein in my head throbbed at his clueless facade.
Of course, it does. A lot. “A little.” I kept the words to myself, I didn't want to lash out on him. He really couldn't control himself yesterday. I was really wrong when I said he was a beast in bed, he was a literal monster. My whole body ached and my mind screamed at me to plant a punch on his face right this instant but I held back.
Sex and pleasure are all good but after, the body suffers its consequences. The sparkly bubble in which I had been floating since morning had burst and reality hit me with a painful strike in my inner thighs.
“Why are you getting up?” He asked when I tried to move but winced when the pain hit me again. He grabbed my hand and showed me his innocent puppy eyes, “Stay with me.”
“I have to brush my hair. They are a mess.” I sighed. My hair was unmanageable as it was but after the vigorous exercise yesterday they were so tangled that they didn't look any different from a bird's nest.
“I'll brush them for you. After all, I grabbed and pulled them a great deal yesterday.” Nolan smiled while spewing the truth. At least he realized what he’d done. He’d really played with my hair a lot and the major culprit behind my hair's dishevel was him. “Stay here, I'll be right back.” He jumped down from the bed and went towards the mirror. He was awfully energetic today, whereas I could barely move. This was so unfair, like his skin glowed and in comparison I looked so haggard like a used rug.
“You know how to do it?” I sighed when he actually brought back a comb and sat behind me. I thought he was just playing around but he actually started to brush my hair. His touch was gentle and delicate, like a warm breeze.
I suddenly remembered the times when Maa used to comb my hair and braid them. The feeling was similar, gentle and caring. His soothing touch melted me and brought me back to being a child.
“I used to play with my mom's hair when I was little. I know how to braid them too.” I closed my eyes, losing myself in his care. I was far too relaxed with him. Now that I think about it, I'd always had my guard up with him but now he's the person I'm most defenseless with.
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The Best Mistakes
RomantiekKayra Mehta is a foreign college student in Vancouver. Her plans were simple, study, be independent and settle down in Vancouver. She has been an obedient daughter so far and never went against her parents and their will. But now, she's faced with h...