HER SAFE PLACE

Can I Kiss You?

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Shivangi's POV

I woke up to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the window, softly illuminating the room. My eyelids fluttered open, and I became aware of a heavy, warm weight pressing against me. Confused and still half-asleep, I blinked a few times, trying to focus, my mind slowly waking up. As I shifted slightly to see what was holding me down, my gaze fell on Rocky. He was lying right beside me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me as if I might disappear if he let go.

For a moment, my heart skipped a beat. His face was so close, so serene, and I couldn't help but smile. He looked perfect, almost unreal in the soft morning light. How could someone be so flawless? My fingers moved on their own, gently tracing the curve of his jaw, his smooth skin, the slight stubble that covered his chin. Every feature of his face seemed crafted with such care, and I found myself lost in admiration. It was like he was carved out of a dream, peaceful and undisturbed. The way he was holding me, like I was his lifeline, made me feel secure, almost cherished.

I wished I could stay in this moment forever, that it could remain just the two of us, here, in this little bubble. I sighed softly, wanting to memorize every inch of his face. His lashes cast small shadows on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he breathed steadily. My mind wandered, thinking how this moment felt too perfect to be real, too beautiful to be anything but a dream.

But then, his voice, thick with sleep yet laced with teasing, broke the silence. "Stop staring at me unless you want me to repeat everything that happened last night," he said, his words suddenly pulling me back to reality. His deep, husky tone startled me, and I quickly sat up, my heart racing. What did he mean by 'everything'? My eyes darted around, and that's when I noticed the state I was in-half-naked, my saree barely covering me. A wave of shock hit me, and I hurriedly grabbed the loose fabric, wrapping it around my body in a flustered attempt to cover myself. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

Rocky sat up, his expression shifting from playful to serious as he saw my reaction. Concern filled his eyes, and his hand gently cupped my cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing against my skin. His touch was warm, grounding me, but my mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

This wasn't a dream. This was real. I wasn't sure how to process it. How had I ended up in this state? Did Rocky... did he force me? No, no. That couldn't be. I knew Rocky. He would never do something like that. He couldn't. But then, what had happened? As I tried to recall the events of the previous night, fragmented memories started to flash through my mind like pieces of a puzzle, blurry but slowly coming into focus.

Before I could make sense of it, Rocky's voice cut through my thoughts again, pulling me back to the present. "Where are you lost, babydoll?" he asked, his tone soft but with an undercurrent of worry. His gaze met mine, and I saw something that surprised me-guilt. Why did he look guilty? My thoughts raced, trying to figure out what had happened. Was he blaming himself for something?

I got up from the bed, clutching my saree tightly around me, still feeling exposed. As I stood, something on the bedside table caught my eye-a piece of paper. Curious, I reached for it, and as I unfolded it, my heart stopped.

Scrawled in my own handwriting, the words stared back at me:

"I, Shivi, give Rocky permission to suck my boobs, and he will do it again tomorrow so I remember everything."