Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

45 ~ Kiss

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Trishalini POV

"I mean, why not?" this slipped through my tongue without warning. And I could not help but lower my gaze with the insane timidity and embarrassment. Out of all the things I was thinking, I ended up saying this.

Thankfully, he did not reply anything to it.

"I mean, everyone expects something from us, right?" I asked in a low voice, and he still did not say anything but kept moving his finger in my hair. The way the tips of his fingers were brushing against my head was making me forget everything. They were not too soft, neither too strong. I never thought that anyone would ever massage my head, and that, too, this level of good.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked suddenly, and I closed my eyes for a moment. He was almost done oiling my base, and I wondered if he would begin with the length now.

"Yes," I replied slowly. I felt him taking the oil bowl from my hand and shifting closer. His knees touched the side of my hips, and the moment I felt him touch his fingers against my shoulder, a slight shiver ran down my body. My body flinched assertively a little when he gently collected my scattered hair in one place. And when he moved his finger to do so, I could not help but feel the fingertip brush against my skin. It was a strange tickle. It did not make me laugh, nor did it make me feel disgusted.

It felt good.

"Not for anyone. Just tell me what you want," he asked in a very low voice, barely above a whisper.

What did I want?

I do not remember the last time someone asked me this. My lashes lowered, blankly staring at the two lone bangles in my hand while slowly shaking my head.

"For me?" I asked in a low voice.

And he hummed. "Hnn, for you,"

His hum felt like the most protective thing ever. I did not know why.

The way his finger caressed my head once and then twice, I felt my strength weakening and my eyes shutting close.

The faded thought of staying just like this with him felt overwhelming yet possible. What if I would wake up next to him and sleep beside him, too? What if he sits with me to ask what I think about things I did not even know? The way he came to discuss the soldier's and staff's leave with me, I could not help but feel important. What if what happened would happen again?  What if his fingers that were leaving mistaken touches over my nape and slightly on my shoulder would crawl down to my back all over my exposed skin? What if they would drag down my neck to my chest and then touch me somewhere he should not?

I opened my eyes with rapid blinking. What the hell was I even thinking?

My lips parted, inhaling deeply as I felt my nipples turning hard. It was not so cold yet. My brows knit slightly with confusion.

"Tell me," he muttered again, and I closed my eyes. I did not know about it. And, what I knew, I was frightened that it would never come to the tip of my tongue.

"I do not know," I managed to say, feeling him slowly pouring the oil over my head. My lashes felt heavy and stayed open as the soothing trail of the warm oil ran down the curve of my head. When it reached behind my ear, my eyes opened.

And, before I could say anything, I felt it turning colder and trailing down to my shoulder blades.

"Oh, shit," he muttered and quickly placed his palm around my neck to stop it.

"I am sorry," he muttered and gently brushed it away. My heartbeats raced as his fingers mistakenly brushed against my neck and jaw. He had broad hands.