As Kajol sipped her coffee, I gently touched her shoulder, trying to convey my sincerity. "You're safe here," I assured her. "No one will find you in my bakery."
She looked up at me, and for a moment, the tension in her expression eased. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude.
I wanted her to feel secure, to know that she could take a breath and let her guard down, even if just for a little while. The chaos outside felt miles away, and in that small kitchen, we shared a moment of understanding amidst her turmoil.
As she took another bite of the cake, a bit of chocolate smudged on her cherry red luscious plump pillow like lips. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. Gently, I reached over and wiped the chocolate away with my thumb. Her lips were soft. I brushed them gently feeling them up.
"Got to keep you looking your best," I joked lightly, trying to ease the tension.
She laughed softly, her eyes brightening. "Thanks! I guess I'm not exactly worried about my appearance right now."
"Still, you deserve to feel good," I replied, feeling the warmth of the moment. It was a small gesture, but it felt meaningful, a connection amidst the uncertainty of her situation.
As we sat in the cozy kitchen, I found myself admiring Kajol's presence. "You know, you really are stunning," I said, my tone genuine. "Even in the chaos of the day, you have a beauty that shines through."
She looked a bit surprised, then smiled softly. "Thank you. That means a lot, especially now."
"It's true," I continued. "You carry yourself with such grace, even after everything. You deserve to be celebrated, not hidden away."
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and I could see a flicker of confidence returning to her. In that moment, I hoped she could feel a bit of the warmth and support she needed.
I oogled her bare naked legs as all she was wearing was my shirt.
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