Serious in Love ✔

Prologue

« AHANA »

In a world driven by technology, it is of common knowledge that you turned to your mobiles to wake in the morning. However, if you had a habit of turning them off, then naturally you would resort to traditional ways. In other words— a human being. That human could be your mother or roomie. Though if you happened to be staying the previous night in a hotel with your beloved, then, you were lucky enough to experience the most romantic morning ever.

I would call this— Waking up in Vansh's style.

“Sshhhuuuu~ Wake up, baby, it's time to pee.” 

“Mhmm...”

“Your tank is filling up. You can't take it anymore. You wanna pee... pee... Ssshhhhh~”

“Mhm, no...”

“Don't lie. I know you can feel the pressure. Your v*gina is practically begging you spill it out like sshhhhh... Oh fuck, Ahana, get up, you are wetting the bed... As well as me, ew!”

A splendid start to a morning indeed!

“Stop it, Van,” I mumbled hoarsely, forcing my eyes to open at the expense of his peeing talk. I squirmed to the other side of the bed and let out a sigh of relief. For a second, I really thought I had wet myself, thanks to this inconsiderate bastard!

Eventually I got up, yawning in the most ugliest way, but refused to get out of bed. My pride wouldn't allow to give in to his ways, despite the pressure building downstairs. I felt a presence of a man standing at the foot of the bed, the familiar scent hitting my nostrils. He requested me to get up but I remained rooted with my closed eyes.

“You make me do so much work, An. Guess I have no choice then,” I heard Vansh's voice near my ear. I felt two arms embracing me with one arm at my back and another beneath my knees.

And the next moment, I was flying.

“Put me down, put me down. Ahh!” I squealed. Like a police alarm, my body jolted up. My hands immediately circled around his neck for support, when I actually wanted to choke him with it.  I squealed when he stepped into the bathroom with a possible wet floor.

“Here.” Vansh finally put me on the slab of the wash basin. He fished out two tooth brushes from the small bag and placed a thick layer of toothpaste on each one of them. He brought my toothbrush near my mouth but I pushed it away slightly.

“Get out, asshole,” I accused, getting down and pushed his bare chest towards the door.

Vansh let out a groan. “Oh come on baby, what's the shame? I have already watched you pe—”

“No please, just get out!” I urged, half smiling, half grumbling as I kept pushing his back past the door while he kept mumbling. I closed the door once he was outside the bathroom and emptied my desperate filled bladder into the toilet.

I let him in the bathroom once I was done. We proceeded to brush each other's teeth with our own respective brushes and rinsed our mouths together. Since we were running out of time for my office, and his train, we had to adjust bathing under the shower together. Often we would resort to kissing and touching, but then I reminded to get ready quickly because my boss was out to get me.