[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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It's the way his eye looks at me, is the one which has me high. The way the pitch-black has me caged, like now, has me obscure to the reality. Makes me know different version of me. Value.
Shy like clouds.
Fierce like storm.
Happy like rainbow.
Each so foreign, yet familiar that I forgot to identify who is the real me. Engrossed in him, that it has me think, have I stepped in this universe to feel what he loves to make me feel. He was slowly becoming my salvation. My purpose.
"You forgot to count." He comes kissing my lips.
"108," I nibble on my lips. A sweetness spread on my lips.
He lowered himself into another push-up, he paused, his face just inches from me. His eyes locked with mine, filled with a mixture of warmth and mischief. With a playful grin, he lowered himself slowly until our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. Before I can fully kiss him, he moves away.
"109," I stifle a whine.
He comes again, and I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him to me, and meeting his eye. His startled eye meeting mine, before I close my eye and savor in the feeling. The kiss was gentle at first, but it deepened as our pressed body brushed against each other. My fingers brushed against his cheek, and the moment stretching to an eternity, bringing a moment of pause of time.
He pulls back, our breath mingled. My arms losing itself from his neck, falling beside me. His forehead glistening with sweat. He hicks himself, muscles straining, torso straight, breath sucked in and comes again like a spring reliving from the pressure, stealing a kiss as a reward.
"110," He crashes on me, wrapping his arms around my torso before he rolls us on the ground, bringing me on top of him. Our body sweaty but we don't shy away from wrapping ourself against the other. I rest my head on his heart, feeling each rise and fall. Each beat inscribed on my skin rattling a shiver against my skin.
His fingers finding its way to my waist feeling the bare skin as I wore just a sports bra.
"Let's go on a date," he speaks chasing away the silence.
"Hmm," I hummed, my eye closed.
"Today," My eye snaps open. I seat up pushing the unruly strands behind my back. A questioning look traversing on my face, "Today?"
He doesn't look to be in joking kind of mode, "Yes, today and now,"
I blink my eye, "Today and now?" My eye darts towards the antique clock on the wall. Five in the evening.
"That's what I mean." He mused, as though that is the worlds most easiest thing. Don't he know what planning a girl must do if she is taken on date. Dress. Skin pampering. Make up. The biggest problem of all, which dress matches with the setting he is taking me on.
