𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

PART 65

The air was tranquil, the mansion as always was a chaos of noises. The sun was high, grass glowing and air flowing. There stood Tae, dressed in a pink saree, hair made in a bun. She worked with utensils gracefully, each pull of her, an electrifying sensation. A rustle of foot reached her ears, she turned. There stood her husband, looking for something on the kitchen shelf or maybe just pretending.

Her eyes fell over his cheek. Lipstick mark. Her eyes widened and face flushed a beautiful shade of pink. He didn't know about it?

“Uh Listen…” She called hesitantly after the fight. His one eyebrow arched up, he turned, his expressions blank, he asked, “Hmm?”

“Uh y-your cheek…” She pointed out the place. Mischief twinkled into his eyes, a slow, almost invisible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned against the counter, folding his arms on his chest. He inquired, “What's wrong with my cheek?’

“Uh- that-” She suddenly felt shy, they had a fight and he was still looking angry. How is she supposed to tell him about the kiss? About the lipstick mark?

She said, trying to make up an excuse, “t-there’s something on your cheek. L-Let me w-wipe it.”

The expansion of mischief continued within him, he stood up smugly and said, “alright.”

She moved closer, holding the hem of her saree to wipe the mark. She stepped close, he didn't bend down instead he raised his head even higher. She stood on her toes slightly to clear it, his left arm snaked around her waist, he lifted her effortlessly and whispered in a deep tone, “Calm down, why so worked up?”

She quickly wiped his face and attempted to back away. He didn't show a sign of doing so. Instead, he pulled her flushed against him, her forearms pressed against his chest, he leaned down and whispered, “If you wanted to kiss me. We could have done it on the lips, Jaan.”

“N-No.” She whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks dusted pink. At this moment she looked too vulnerable, too shy. He pressed his lips on her, a gentle peck. He whispered, “if it was our room… I did like to taste the lipstick instead.”

She pressed her face against his chest, blushing furiously. A deep chuckle vibrated through his throat. She whispered, “Sorry for yesterday.”

“A kiss can give you forgiveness.” He grinned. A lighthearted laugh escaped his lips feeling a soft punch on his chest. His palm snaked around her waist, he swiftly turned their position, pressing her against the wall. He leaned closer and his eyes fell over her parted lips trembling slightly in nervousness.

“Let's make a deal.” He whispered, his eyes never leaving her lips. She whispered, “W-What?”

“You give me a long kiss and I'll leave it.” He whispered, and she asked back, “What if someone came?”

He leaned even closer, pressing his body against her. He whispered, “Everyone is going out. Except my friends and Yuna.”

“Where?” She asked, confusion flickered into her eyes. He whispered, “Picnic. Maybe.”

She nodded, He leaned closer and before he could press his lips onto her, she pressed her palms in between making him kiss her palm. Soft giggles escaped her lips, he couldn't help but to chuckle. She whispered, “Leave me, I have to work.”

“Kiss.” He said, not giving her a chance to move. She shyly played with his shirt buttons, She pressed her left palm against his eyes and fisted his chest from right. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips on his. His arm tightened around her. She moved her lips but he took dominance. He tilted his head slightly, pressing his lips deeper, her heart thumped with the heated intensity between them. He pulled her even closer if possible, nearly eating her lips.