He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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Ahana-18 years
I stood outside the café, tapping my foot impatiently as I glanced at my watch. Five minutes had passed, and Ishaan was still nowhere in sight.
"It's because you came early, Dumbo," my conscience teased, and I couldn’t help but agree. The excitement of what he might have planned for our date made time seem to stretch endlessly. I adjusted the hem of my blue-and-white frock, the spaghetti straps framing my shoulders, and smiled at how effortlessly I looked today—pretty in my simple attire of sneakers and a half-updo.
Bored, I reached for my phone, opening WhatsApp to pass the time.
A sudden sound of a bike pulling up caught my attention, and I immediately knew it was him. Quickly closing the app, I walked toward him.
"Oh my, look at this handsome man," I said, my words slipping out in awe. Ishaan looked absolutely dashing, dressed in a crisp white shirt and blue denim jeans—the classic combination that never failed to impress.
"You look like a princess, my lady," he replied, and I noticed the subtle twinning between us. It made me smile even more.
"Oh God, we’re twinning too. What a perfect start to the date," I remarked.
“There are many things perfect, like you,” he said, his words causing a blush to bloom across my cheeks.
“Are you flirting with me?” I squinted at him playfully.
“I was just stating facts,” he grinned. “But if you want to call it flirting, I’m not opposed.”
With that, he pulled out a bouquet of tulips from a brown bag and handed it to me with a gentle smile.
“This is for you, sweetheart.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach the moment he said the word "sweetheart." I took the bouquet, my smile widening as I whispered, "Thank you."
"Uh huh – you forgot the rules, Ahana. I deserve a kiss," he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I felt my face heat up in an instant, and without thinking, I quickly pressed my lips to his cheek, my gaze dropping shyly to the ground.
"Get on the bike, or else everyone will get a show here in a few minutes," he warned, his tone playful yet mischievous.
My eyes widened, and in a flash, I hurriedly hopped onto the backseat of his bike.
"Where are we going?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"Patience, baby, patience," he winked at me, revving up the engine.
The wind whipped through my hair as we sped down the road for a good twenty minutes before we arrived at a place that instantly captured my heart. The pottery shop, Clay Corner, was a charming, vintage haven. Aesthetic pottery pieces and delicate flowers adorned the shelves, the earthy scent of fresh clay filling the air. Soft, soothing music floated through the shop, setting the perfect ambiance.
