Heal Me

33. Stolen Moments

Esha's POV
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I couldn't help but smile at his message.

Ishaan ...he always know what to say ,but more than that ,he knew how to make me feel things i hadn't felt before.

Safe, cherished and .....loved .

I was still lost in my thoughts when i heard a gentle knock on my window again. My heart skipped a beat .

I turned around and there he was - back already. Ishaan peeked in .A mischievous grin playing on his lips .

"Missed me." He whispered ,pushing the window and effortlessly hopping inside once more.

"Ishaan." I whispered harshly but there was no heat in my words .The truth is. ..yes .. i had missed him even in the few moments he had been gone.

He winked , completely nonchalant about breaking into my room again.
"You didn't think i'd leave just because your mom was walking around ,did you?Not happening."

I rolled my eyes,trying to feign frustration but it was impossible to stay mad at him. When he had that playful boyish grin plastered on his face.

"You are impossible."i muttered while crossing my arm against my chest.

"Impossible... Or irresistible?" He teased, stepping closer .his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

I felt my cheeks warm ,the familiar blush creeping up my neck .

"Ishaan...." I warned, but the soft giggle escaped before i could stop it.

"Yes ma'am" he said cheekily ,and before i could protest, he reached out and pulled me gently into his arms .

I gasped,caught off-guard by the sudden closeness. My hands pressed against his instinctively, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the fabric of his shirt. His heart was beating steadily while mine was racing . He bent down slightly ,his face mere inches from mine and i could feel his breath on my lips.

His eyes locked into mine , full of affection and something deeper - something intense that made my heart flutter in my chest.

My throat tightened and for a moment, i couldn't find the words. All i could was stare at him , feeling the weight of his gaze and the warmth of his arms around me . There is no space between us, no barriers.

His grin softened and without another word,he leaned in,his lips brushing mine in the lightest ,most teasing kiss. It was barely a touch -  a feather light graze of his lips that left me craving more.

"Ishaan" i murmured against his lips , unable to resist anymore.

He didn't need anymore encouragement ,his hand slip up to cup the back of my neck , and he kissed me again . This time more firmly, more passionately. His lips were soft but demanding and i found myself melting into him. My hands gripped his shirt as if to anchor myself to the moment.

It wasn't just a kiss , it was like a promise, an unspoken declaration , that whatever we have , whatever this was - it was real . And it was going stronger with every touch.

Every glance ,every stolen moment .

I felt his other hand slip around my waist ,pulling me even closer ,until there was no space left between us . My body pressed against his ,and the heat of his skin seeped through his clothes making my pulse race.

He was intoxicating, and i couldn't get enough .

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing heavily . Our forehead's resting against each other. His thumb brushed my cheek and i opened my eyes to find him staring at me with that same intensity.