Sara's Trilemma

Love Fight

Every nerve of my body was on fire, completely taking over my mind. I straddled on Siddharth' s lap and dug my hand into his hair as I could not get enough of him. His hands roamed all over my back, pulling me against him. While his lips sucking mine in determination. All this wait and confusion was finally over.

Steadily, he left my lips and started kissing my cheeks, my jawline and then went to my neck. With my eyes closed, I threw back my head to invite him in my territory. His hand now exposed my collar bone by pulling my sleeves down. His lips followed, shaking me from within. When I felt him getting excited, my eyes snapped open from the daze.

I pushed him away and breathed in. "You have made a love fool out of me," I said in a serious tone, drowning in his grey orbs.

He grinned and searched my face with the longing, I wanted to see some time back at the dinner. It was all there. "What does that mean?"

"You know what it means!" I smiled.

"No. tell me what just happened. I want to hear it from you," he went on, only inches away from my face, his scent intoxicating me.

"You snob!" I exclaimed. "I think I gave you the answer for your idiotic behaviour a few minutes before."

"In words, Sara!" he demanded, smirking. The devil knew I loved him.

"You are an ass," I said and moved out of his lap. I smiled in private looking away from him. The heat still coursed through my body and my cheeks flushed with desire.

I felt his hand pulling me again to him. "Tell me that you love me."

I looked into his eyes. I love you, you jackass! "Don't tempt me to change my decision," I teased and gave a quick kiss on his lips. Apparently, I couldn't get enough of them. I sighed. "Thanks for coming here with me."

"Sara," he said. "You like to hang people in between. Now tell me why you brought me here? You could have asked Kushal. You know it was easier."

"I wanted to pretend to be your girlfriend for one last time," I answered, truthfully, running my hand through his hair. I wanted to do that since a long time now. The soft glow of the indoor light made a beautiful shadow on his features.

"Just pretend?" he inquired, holding the back of my head to bring me closer to his face. Then he eyed my lips with wanting.

"No," I answered, short of breath.

"Then, what else you wanted from me?" he continued, raising a brow.

"Why did you go with Anamika on the gala?" This time, I asked the question, bringing a frown on my face.

"You said no." he mimicked my expression.

"Were you angry because of Kush?" I went on.

"Of course. It was me, who should be with you that day. I wanted you to meet someone." He kissed my nose, holding my head in his possessive grasp.

"Really? Who was it? And why did you flirted with Joyce in the first place?" I accused.

"The time has passed. What's the point now? And it was Joyce who came on to me," he said, kissing my cheek.

"You know. I really hate you," I paused and moved away from his kiss. "I hate that everybody else is drawn towards you. I hate that you are so attractive and so damn hot!"

"Well, it didn't work for you," he chuckled. "I still remember how you blew me off at our date!"

"It's because you didn't show the normal manners. You were so not interested. It just put me off. Though I would have loved if you would have kissed me."