Estranged lovers

Chapter 22

SIDDHARTH

I was just out of shower, dressed in nothing but a towel around my waist when I heard a knock. When I open the door I see flustered looking Annika.

"Annika?" I say

She looks up at me and her face turns beet red when she takes me in.

"W..Why aren't you wearing anything?" she asks

I look down at myself.

"Anything?" I ask loving the way she stutters

"Ne...never mind.... I'll just-" she turns around to walk away

"Wait." I say

"What do you want?" I ask her

"umm..." her face somehow turns redder

"I.....I needed help with my.....my blouse.....I can't get it off." she says looking down

*sigh*

"Come in....I'll help." I say

She looks up at me. 

"Why don't you put something on first? I'll wait." she says

"Why? Isn't this what you wanted?" I say 

Her eyes widen at my words.

"Wait here...I'll be back."  I say sighing

I put on a shirt and sweatpants for her sake. When I open the door she still is standing there, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Get in." I say

"Y..Yes." she says 

She stands in front of me. My fingers brush her arms as I take in her form. I hear her suck in a breath.

"Your hair." I say as I brush them away from her back. I feel her shiver under my fingertips as I unhook her top.

Once I Unhook the last button, I suck in a deep breath. She's gorgeous.

I take a step closer to her, keeping one hand on her hip and the other tracing her spine. My thumb brushing her bare skin. My hand goes lower stopping at the dip above her ass.

"Siddharth...." I hear her whisper

That was enough to bring me back from whatever thoughts that were running in my mind. Fuck-, I shouldn't be doing this. 

*ahem* "Its done." I say as I step away from her

"Th..Thank you." She says quietly as she walks out holding onto her top from the front.

"Shit-" I curse under my breath

ANNIKA

My breathing doesn't slow even after I'm in my bed. This is not how I should react to his touch. I should be feeling uncomfortable, not wanting more of it. I can still feel his touch on my back....Its like an imprint.

He was so close I could feel the heat of his body and his breath hitting the back of my neck. I shiver at the thought. 

Everytime I close my eyes his body comes in my mind. His hair still dripping with water. The urge to run my fingers through his hair was so strong I had to physically stop myself.

My mind wanders back to the thought of what he said when I'd asked him for help. Did he actually mean that?

Next day

Its 6 when I wake up. I did have the same nightmare again but somehow it didn't affect me as badly as it did before. Maybe because of the fact that he cannot be here anymore.