14. following her

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Avni's sleep is broken in the morning by the feeling of faint breaths on her neck.

And as soon as she wakes up, and when she realizes whose breath is falling on her neck, her toes curl up on feeling it, but she doesn't open her eyes.

With her eyes closed she feels his faint breaths fanning on her skin and she can feel his face slightly hidden in her neck, this in itself is a different feeling for her. She has never been so close to anyone.

She realizes that one of his hands is still on her stomach, while the other is under her head.
When did this happen ? when did his hand come under her head ?
His hand must be hurting by now if she really slept on his hand the entire night.

But wait, is he still sleeping today? Or did she wake up earlier than him today?

She opens her eyes and looks at the clock on the wall in front, where it is 8 o'clock.
8 AM? This man wakes up at 5 AM, so how did he sleep 3 hours extra today?

Doesn't he have to go to work today? What if he gets late? Thinking this, she thinks of waking him up, but how can she do that?
Wouldn't it be awkward to lie in his arms and wake him up by calling his name?

But now, how could she escape from his grip, he was holding her so tight?
If she made even the slightest movement, he would wake up, and waking up with him in this state? No no, she did not even want to think about it. What would this man do if he woke up?

Because last night he didn't say much, but she is still wondering why he is so close to her? And why she couldn't say anything to stop him.
Why, she got so enchanted by his words that she let him do what he wanted to do.

But does she feel bad or uncomfortable being around him ? The answer is No.
Why does she feel so comfortable?
Why despite feeling thousands of butterflies, she also feels a sense of security lying in his arms like this.

But no wait, she doesn't have to think about all this, first she has to get out of his arms before he wakes up.

Realizing this, she, with slight fear, gently places her hand on his hand pressing her lips together, She gently tries to lift his hand from her stomach but suddenly, She gasps, when she feels his hand pressing her stomach, pulling her back into himself.

Her heart beats faster, what should she do now, how should she get out? She takes a deep breath with great difficulty.

She again slowly raises her hands and tries to remove his hand from her stomach and this time suddenly she feels his grip on her loosening a little, she breathes a sigh of relief and slowly, with all her effort, she removes his hand from her stomach and puts it back in its place and then without wasting any time she gets up and get off the bed but before that she takes even a single step, she feels a grip on her wrist, turning her around and pulling her back onto the bed and before she can understand anything, she is on his chest, facing him, which makes her eyes widen.

She looks at him who is now sitting on the bed with her on top of his chest, leaning against the headboard.

She gulps as his hand moves to her face to smooth out the stray hairs on her face which he tucks over her ear.

" Where were you going leaving me?" She gets another shock at his question,
Why is he talking as if there is a lot of love between them and in the morning his wife left him without even wishing him a morning.

" Well don't you think I deserve a sweet morning wish with a sweet kiss ?" he asks, tugging a strand of her hair on her ear again.

But now it is really getting too much for her, she is angry? And she has to express it, she cannot melt with his such antics

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