Seasons- Golden Hours

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Agastya 

It is not an easy choice to be around me. While Eshani was sitting peacefully on the chair, I could read her face like a mirror- disturbed and traumatized. She mistakenly cut her finger and it burned me more than the dead body I burnt just minutes ago. 

Sometimes I get involved in my darkness so much that I forget that even she is suffering. Watching me struggle hurt her and now whatever it was, I didn't even had the time to ask what is disturbing her. 

As long as she is near me the possibility of her trauma could be endless. 

I got her favorite ice-cream which wasn't a big deal of course, the days before I contract I noticed the times she had this particular flavor while she is alone in the room after attending the various phone calls from her mother. 

Her favorite color is orange but she would never tell anyone but always stop by every Marigold plant. I found some bandages of orange color with some quotes written on them. It might cheer her up. 

I planned to have a civil conversation with Eshani about her sadness from the morning and had no other intentions... 

Let me burn 

Her words killed me and brought me to life at the same time. Her tender eyes, earthly and warm turned into a darker shade of green. A forest that could give life but is also mysterious, dark and consuming. 

I pecked on her lips hoping that this time also I would control it like the last one, that her cheeks would turn red again and she would agree with going back to her room and sleep. 

Instead, she never pulled back and answered my kiss with a needy hum. 

Everything I ever had in control- my logic and restrain crumbled in seconds as my hands moved from the back of her neck to her cheeks. 

She dropped the jacket and clutched into my hair diving deeper as I slammed us on the table, my hand was supporting her head. I broke the kiss just to see her face. 

Droopy eyes, flushed cheeks, sore lips. I feel like an artist shaping her to fit into my own broken pieces. 

Selfish but worth it. 

I glide my fingers on her bare legs and reach the hem of her shorts. Her skin burns with my finger tips, she attach her lips to mine again as I am the air she breathes in. My hand reach her thighs and I lift her again moving my lips to her neck. 

"You are so beautiful Eshani." I kiss her neck with every word, reaching towards her collarbone. "Look at you." I bite her neck to hear her moan.

She curls her legs around my waist and hold me closer, her hard nipples rub on my chest and feels like her crop top isn't even there. 

I lift her up, clashing her on the wall. She innocently removed her crop top and dropped it on the floor. 

Her breasts popped out from the black laced bra. She flickered her gaze away from me as soon as I looked into her eyes. It didn't took me long to realize that she never undressed herself for another man, probably not even in front of her mother. 

"Eshani-" She captured my hand and placed it on her breasts, her breath turned short. Her shoulder length black hair did nothing to hide her cleavage. 

She dresses somewhat in a less feminine way but right now the way she is wrapped into my arms- Just a black laced bra and shorts. She is more feminine than ever. How did it happen? How could a baggy crop top hide this beautiful body underneath? 

I caressed her breast with my fingers, my lips parted for just one taste. "I have never done this before." She whispers in a breath, audible just to herself but I heard it too. Each part of her right now was so fragile that my one move could break her.