It's Not Finished Yet

Chapter 41

It was a cold night and I was addicted to the idea of your body heat.

~ anonymous

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I gave a quick glance at my purse and belongings, checking if I forgot something.
All done.

As I picked up my bag, I felt a warm hand resting on my waist.

"Leaving?" His breath fanned over my cheek.

"Yeah." My breath got stuck in my throat by his sudden close proximity. His arms encircle my waist, turning me around to face him. "What are you...," my voice got quieter as he starts leaning in, "...doing?"

I leaned back while pressing his chest to keep a safe distance between us but that didn't stopped him from leaning in further. My feet drift back until they hit the bed making me lose balance and fall back on the squishy mattress. He continues coming closer, resting his arms by my sides with teasing eyes, full of bad intentions.

"Murat." I breath out his name as my stomach was dropping with every second. I kept on leaning backwards on the soft bed until there was no space to go.

"Where will you run now?" he said in his husky voice tilting his face, hovering over me. I licked my lips and his eyes flickered on them. "Hmm?" He brushed his nose against mine.

I turn my face on right, closing my eyes and I sensed his lips brushing over my neck. "Murat." I whispered again, trying to gather the courage to push him away. He intertwined our fingers and pressed his lips on my jawline, travelling up to cheek. "I'm getting late." I slightly pushed his chest, looking at him.

"Then why are you laying under me looking so gorgeous?"

My eyes blinked dumbfoundly.
Once
Twice
Thrice

"Wait.... what?" Apprehending what he just said, I replied with furrowed eyebrows, "You trapped me."

"I did?" His face was close. So close that it was merely an inch away.

My heart picks up a speed as he licks his lips while gazing at mine and makes an intense eye contact. My breath hitched as he leans in and mold his lips into mine. I clutched his shirt and got lost in the kiss, totally forgetting I had to go somewhere.
Where I had to go again?

After eating all of my lip-balm, he pulled back after a minute or so. "Strawberry" he mumbled against my lips, "when did you buy it?"

"umm..," My eyes were still shut, "two days back... I think."

"Gosh, I can't stop kissing you," he groaned and took my lips again, making me chuckle in between his deadly strokes.

"Kissing?-", one stroke, "you are-" another stroke, "eating-", and he didn't let me speak further taking full control. I moaned helplessly as he bites my lower lip while running his hands all over me. My fingers run over his trimmed beard, and went forward to grab his hair.

Suddenly my phone rings interrupting our heated moment. He snuggles in my neck as I tried to answer the phone but seems like the sensory touch wasn't working. I swiped up my finger on the screen numerous times in irritation, and the reality I was in, started to blur away.

The mysterious room we were in, our surroundings, him on top of me, everything was fading away.

My eyes snapped open and saw my room's ceiling above me.

Dream.
It was a dream.
Whyyy!!! I wanted moreeeee!!!

I kicked my legs in the air out of frustration and picked up the ringing phone, the villain of my dream.