"Stop there"
I startled at the sudden loud voice. I turned my head towards it's direction. There I saw him standing near our bedroom door. Or should I say his bedroom? He kept on staring at me angrily while my fingers are trembling. I gulped loudly...
My lord, this girl! She is in my head all the time, day and night, night and day. Lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, fantasizing about her delicate body, wondering how sinfully great it must have felt to be inside her had become my favorite habit in the past three weeks.
She is like a drug, slowly killing me. She knows how to make me high, she is my temptress, my seductress, my goddess. Keeping my hands off her was the hardest thing I've ever imagined to attempt. It was pure torture to me, living under the same roof but still being unable to touch her and hold her in my arms. But from her defense, she had to deal with her final semester examination which by the way she felt damn hard to concentrate on her papers as I'm too much of a distraction. So the past three weeks of her keeping me away are making me go crazy.
Last night was totally hilarious.
Flashback
Sheepishly smiling at her as she put her pen in between her teeth, her eyes boring into the book in her hands, her perfectly arched eyebrows meeting in the middle, her slender legs on the coffee table as her black orbs scanned the pages. My butt ached from an hour of sitting on the couch. I shifted intentionally sighing heavily and groaning aloud. But she gave zero fucks about it and kept her attention unaverted from the stupid book.
The funniest part was, if she couldn't understand something from the book, she just think for a second and then ignore it and kept going as if it didn't bother.
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nd my eyes traveled wherever her eyes moved, and watched her reactions closely.
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"Kavya.", I whined.
For fuck's sake, 'I' whined.
She was still engrossed in whatever the shit called Graph Theory she was studying.
