I Found You

46.

• Adhira •

A rush of warmth spread across my skin,
as I pulled down his t-shirt over my head, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of his sandalwood perfume.

Ditching my cotton pyajama's, I slipped in to the only pair of shorts I owned, that got completely hidden beneath his t-shirt.

A dull ache shot through my hips to back as I limped towards the makeshift bed he had laid out in the balcony for our date.

He had spread out a cozy set up of blankets and pillows, the small space glowing under the golden fairy lights he had draped over the balcony railing.

The weather felt perfect today, with the sky full of stars twinkling brightly, cool breeze caressing my bare legs, making his t-shirt clung to me a little more.

I hissed inwardly sitting down. Even now, sore from the way he claimed me, I could not deny the lingering desire that pulled at me, making me want him all over again.

It was so strange to feel so sensitive, sore
and still want him. There was a craving.

I bit my lip as the memory of him cleaning me flooded back. Afterward he had lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed and we had slept the entire evening. Naked.

He woke me up after he was showered and scooped me up again, guiding me to the bathroom. I was still groggy and sore in the best way when he pulled me into him, and smooched my lips hard.

'I have got something planned in balcony. Take a shower and wait for me there.' He pressed a kiss against my forehead, before he left, closing the door behind.

"Stop blushing baby, it's been five hour's since we did the deed." I looked up to see him standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands.

I felt the heat creep up my cheeks again, and I pulled the comforter higher, covering my thighs as he settled in beside me.

He set the tray down on the mattress which had a bowl of vegetable Maggi and two cans of soft drinks and a chocolate mug cake.

"You're going to eat junk at night?" I asked genuinely surprised. He usually keeps his dinner light and healthy.

He shrugged, "you like it na." He replied, as he popped open a can for me.

I took the can brushing my fingers with his as I did, and smiled softly, "you're spoiling me, you know that?"

He chuckled, leaning back onto the pillows, his gaze never leaving mine. "Well, I think only a king can truly spoil his queen."

"Oh god," I rolled my eyes and nudged his arm with a gentle push. "You really need to stop with this cringe-worthy stuff you've been doing all day."

"Cringe or not, we both know you like it."
A smirk tugged at his lips as he swirled a forkful of noodles before offering it to me.

"How's it?" He asked, taking a bite himself.

"Maggi se zyaada toh sabziyan hain isme."
I replied, while he flashed his pearly whites at me.

"Vikram," I called softly, as we lay side by side, staring at the vast expanse of the sky above us.

He hummed in response, his hand idly tracing patterns on my arm before his eyes found mine, full of attention.