MY AVERAGE LIFE

Part 62

Sharath Pov: 

As I held Shivani close, feeling the familiar warmth of her body against mine, something inside me finally settled. The past few days had been a blur of emotions, a restless storm of worry, frustration, and longing that I hadn't quite been able to shake. Even now, with her back in my arms, I could still feel the traces of it lingering, but holding her like this, it was starting to fade.

I didn't realize how much I'd needed her here until I felt her pull away just slightly, her hands moving to cup my face. Her touch was gentle, her fingers brushing against my skin, and when I looked into her eyes, all the tension inside me seemed to unravel a little more. The way she leaned in, her lips just barely grazing mine as she whispered, "I'm here," stirred something deep inside me.

It was like I could finally breathe again.

I didn't hesitate. I kissed her, slow and tender at first, but it quickly deepened, like I couldn't hold back any longer. Every worry, every bit of frustration and longing I'd been holding in for the past two days, poured into that kiss. I needed her to feel it—to understand how much I'd missed her, how much I needed her here with me. My hands found their way down her back, tracing the familiar curve of her body, and when my fingers landed on her waist, she gasped softly against my mouth.

I couldn't help but smile at that. I knew exactly how sensitive she was there, how my touch made her pulse quicken. I loved that about her—the way she reacted so openly, so honestly, to the smallest touches. It was like I could feel her heartbeat beneath my fingers, quickening in time with mine.

"Shivani," I murmured against her lips, my voice rough with emotion. "I missed you."Her response was immediate, her hands sliding up into my hair, pulling me closer. "I missed you too," she whispered, and the sound of those words, soft as they were, sent a rush of warmth through me. I held her tighter, pressing her body closer to mine, needing that closeness, needing her.

I kissed her neck next, slowly, taking my time as I felt her tilt her head back, giving me more access. Each kiss felt like a silent promise, one I needed to make to her—that everything would be okay, that no matter what happened, we were in this together. Her fingers tightened in my shirt, and I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.

There was something grounding about the way her body responded to mine, the way she sighed softly when my lips found the sensitive spots along her neck. Her skin was warm beneath my mouth, her breath hitching slightly with each kiss, and I couldn't get enough of her. It was like the more I kissed her, the more I needed her, the more I wanted her close.

When I pulled back for a moment, resting my forehead against hers, I felt her breath against my skin, both of us a little unsteady. My hands stayed on her waist, holding her close, and I whispered the words I'd been holding back. "I'm never letting you go." There was something raw in my voice, a vulnerability I couldn't hide, and for a moment, I worried that she might not understand how much I meant it. How much I needed her to stay.

But then she looked at me, her thumb brushing gently along my jaw, and whispered back, "I'm not going anywhere."

I believed her. In that moment, I believed her with everything I had.

I kissed her again, softer this time but with just as much need. My hands slid back to her waist, holding her there as if I could keep her from slipping away. The tension that had been building inside me for days melted away, replaced by something deeper—something more intense. Her lips, soft and warm against mine, felt like home.