His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 16 ~ Blooming Hearts

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Shubman stirred awake first, and felt the comforting weight of the blanket draped over him and Ishan.

He blinked groggily, his hair ruffled, a slight warm smile tugged on his lips as he recalled the events of the previous night.

Ishan was sprawled out on his stomach, half-buried in the blanket, his messy curls framing his face. His lips were slightly parted in an adorable pout, and his hand was tucked under his cheek.

Shubman bit back a chuckle, his heart doing a little flip at the sight. "Spunky Hotshot," Shubman muttered under his breath, though the fond smile tugging at his lips said otherwise.

Unable to resist, he reached out and gently brushed a stray curl from Ishan's forehead. His fingers lingered, carefully tracing through the mess of hair as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

A goofy smile spread across his face as he lay there, propped on one elbow, staring at Ishan like he was a rare artifact. "How do you look this cute when you're this weirldly insufferable annoying ?" he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Ishan stirred slightly at the touch, mumbling something incoherent, burrowing further into the pillow with an exaggerated sigh. Shubman found himself staring again, his heart now racing for reasons he didn't want to examine too closely.

Ishan's eyes fluttered slowly opening, dark lashes lifting lazily as he blinked in confusion. He caught sight of Shubman and smiled slightly, his sleepy pout deepening. "Sunshine" he mumbled groggily.

Shubman yanked his hand back as if caught red-handed. "Uh... ?," clearing his throat and sitting up abruptly.

Ishan blinked a few more times, his brain still catching up. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back. His eyes widened slightly as his cheeks flushed a light pink, and Shubman staring him so intensely was making it no easy.

Ishan raised a brow, pushing himself up on his elbows, "done staring up Romeo, or should I stay still?" Ishan quipped teasingly to cover up his own flustered feel.

"N-No! I just-uh, you look...good...? Not that I was staring! I wasn't! I mean, you have bedhead, but it's cute-I mean, not cute-well, maybe a little cute. Oh God, stop me from talking." Shubman slapped his forehead.

Ishan chuckled seeing the most sorted, deciplined man known to earth all fumbling like a confused teen.

"Morning," Shubman finally blurted, his voice going a little higher than usual.

"Morning" Ishan replied, sniffling a yawn.

Both of them stared at each other, neither quite sure what to say.

"Slept well? ," Ishan asked, his voice still husky with sleep.

"yeah..," Shubman replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

Ishan blinked a few times, taking in Shubman's flushed cheeks and ridiculously awkward smile.

"good," Ishan replied getting bit awakard too, he shifted to sit up, the blanket sliding down to reveal his broad toned carved torso.

"Wooooaahh...," Shubman quipped, his voice cracking slightly squeaking by the end as he shut his eyes squinting it.

"huuh..?," Ishan looked at Shubman confusing & weirdly.

Shubman was laying still and when Ishan sat up and as the blanket slipped, Shubman could see Ishan's butt since, Ishan back was facing Shubman.

"umm...peaking peachy peaches- I mean.. your... bubbly beauty butt- uh.. sorry.. drap the snacks up!! You... gosh!!" Shubman shuttered and pulled the shared blanket on himself as he felt the second hand embarrassment heating up his neck.