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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
"Oh my goodness, my excitement is off the charts! I'm about to reunite with my bestie after what feels like a century, AAAA!"
Miss Ivanov's enthusiastic voice reverberated through the car as she settled into the passenger seat, clutching a massive bar of dark chocolate in her hands.
We were on our way to the airport to pick my family arriving from India.
The evening was drawing near, and their flight had been delayed.
Just as my mother had promised during our call yesterday, my family had boarded the first flight to New York.
"Mr. Malik, pedal to the metal! What are you waiting for? Fast!! I'm beyond eager to see Zara." Miss Ivanov's voice urged as she took a huge bite of her dark chocolate, grinning at me like the oddball she is.
"Wear your seatbelt, Miss Ivanov."
"Ummm, Ok- ay." Chewing on the dark chocolate, she glances down at her hands, which were now covered in chocolate from gripping the bar.
Even the corners of her mouth were smudged with chocolate, resembling a messy-eater toddler.
I lean towards her seat before she can touch my car with those chocolate smeared hands.
Miss Ivanov audibly gasps, practically gluing herself to the seat, her eyes widening slightly.
I grab the seatbelt and tilt my head to catch her gaze locked on me.
Our faces are inches apart.
I gaze into her alluring hazel-brown eyes, and she gazes back.
My eyes wander over her perfect delicate features, taking in every beautiful corner of her face, before fixing on her lips.
Those lips. So soft, sweet and fucking irresistibly tempting to the point that they drove me to the brink of madness.
Memories of yesterday come rushing back.
The events from the woods and later at the dining table replay in my mind.
No matter how fucking hard I tried, I couldn't take my mind off those thoughts.
Last night, I couldn't sleep a wink because of a certain someone who consumed my thoughts entirely.
Even at the office today I was so fucking distracted and I'm never distracted from my work.
Kissing her was never my plan. I'm not sure sure how I lost control.
Her soft body against mine, her intoxicating scent, those captivating eyes– everything drove me to the edge.
