THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

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"How can I remove my shirt?" he asked.

"Like this," she replied, starting to unbutton her own shirt. But he gently held her hands.

"I understood," he said, withdrawing her hands and sitting in front of her, shirtless.

"Good, now lay down," she instructed, and he complied.

She rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him.

"Now it's fine," she whispered, closing her eyes. Aditya followed suit, closing his eyes as well.

A few moments later, Aditya felt the soft, tantalizing brush of kisses against his bare chest. He opened his eyes to find Taniya's lips moving slowly, leaving a trail of feathery touches across his skin.

"You smell so good," she murmured, her breath warm and intoxicating against his chest.

"I love wearing your clothes," she continued, her voice low , "because it lets me carry your scent with me."

Aditya's heart thundered as Taniya's confessions spilled out in a heady rush. Her words were like a relentless tide, washing over him and leaving him breathless. Each delicate kiss she pressed against his skin was a searing ember, igniting a fire that he could barely contain.

She rose slightly, her eyes meeting his with a depth that cut through the fog of alcohol. There was an intensity in her gaze that spoke of something profound, a magnetic pull that drew her face closer to his.

In one fluid motion, her lips captured his in a kiss so passionate and unrestrained that it felt like an electric shock, jolting every nerve in his body.

"N-Nia," he breathed out, his voice trembling under the weight of her fervent touch. She responded with a soft, aching hum that vibrated through him, heightening the feverish tension between them.

“You're drunk," he murmured, his voice straining as he fought to keep his distance, though every fiber of his being yearned to pull her closer. Her touch was a sweet agony, a craving he wanted desperately but feared could be fleeting.

"It feels good," she whispered against his jawline, her lips brushing against his skin with a hunger that made his breath catch.

Each kiss was a spark that set his skin alight, making it almost unbearable to resist her.

"Maybe it's the alcohol," he said, struggling to create a barrier between them, even as his body ached to close the gap.

He wanted her-more than he had ever wanted anything-but he couldn't ignore the concern that the alcohol might be clouding her judgment.

Taniya's eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his pulse race. "It's not the alcohol," she said, her voice husky and earnest. "It's you."

She closed the gap between them again, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both gentle and needy.

It was a kiss that seemed to pull every hidden desire to the surface, igniting a blaze of warmth that spread through him.

Each touch was electric, sending tingles through his entire body, each kiss a promise of something more that the night will bring with it.

“It only feels good with you. It didn’t feel good when he did it,” she whispered, her voice slurry as she drew herself closer to him.

Her words struck him like a bolt of lightning, making him sit up abruptly on the bed, his eyes wide with concern.