After a long wait of ten years, she was finally on the verge of fulfilling her dream - the dream of meeting her father. Excited and anticipated as she was so close to reuniting with her beloved father whom she had not seen or heard from for such a l...
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I held him by his wrist and took him inside my room.
Switching on the lights, I turned to him. "I want to draw," I murmured and tried to mask my excitement by making a neutral face.
"Okay"
I walked closer to him and brought my hand to his back and patted it lightly. "Here"
He looked at me for a good minute, and it seemed like he was giving a thought to my request. Then, all of a sudden, he took out his pullover over his head without giving me a word, and my eyes dilated in amazement.
Now he was standing there only in his denims.
My eyes trailed up to his solid torso. From his six packs to his chest which was moderately heaving up and down whenever he was breathing. His lean waist was perfection, his creamy body glowing in the light.
I felt a sudden urge to run my tongue over it, and only the thought made me clench my thigh. An electric spark rushed through my entire body, and I gulped saliva down to my parched throat.
He had a strong and sculptured physique; his biceps were highlighting bulging muscles, and the veins of his arms were visible, slithering down to his knuckles...seemed so alive.
My eyes drifted away from his torso when he cleared his throat to get my attention back to him.
I felt my cheeks heating up due to the proximity. I was standing with him in the room with no one around us. Only me and him, shirtless.
I bite my lip when his green eyes never leave the sight of my brown ones, as he knows what's going on inside my head.
I want to touch him.
I walked closer and looked down at his chest. "Can I?" My voice faltered before coming out.
To assure me, he brought his hand to mine and held it. He guided my hand to the center of his chest and flattened my palm over it.
My eyes drew to his again when I felt his heartbeat underneath my palm. His heart was loud, racing in various directions with unfamiliar emotions.
Was that an impact of mine?
Electricity jolted my body down to the juncture of my legs again. I pressed my digits on his skin and trailed it downward to his abdomen leisurely.
When my hand reached the band of his jeans, he pulled back my hand to make me stop.
"Don't let things go on the wrong track"
He let go of my wrist, and I took my hand back and went to get all the painting equipment and pens and assembled it on the table I settled next to the bed.
I asked him to lay on the bed while I was gathering my brushes and colors. lying on the bed, his head resting on the headboard, his eyes were watching my every move.
