Lost in thought, the young girl sat on the floor in her luxurious bedroom, her gaze fixed downward, she was so immersed in her inner world that she remained oblivious to the world around her, however, her trance was abruptly broken when a pair of shiny, black shoes entered her field of vision, jolting her out of her contemplative state.
As she lifted her gaze, her innocent brown eyes met the intense yet softening dark ocean blue ones, there was a stark contrast between the sharpness in his gaze and the way it softened the moment it met her warm brown ones.
The young girl stood up, her smaller frame barely reaching the man's chest, peering up at him with her honay-like voice, she made a simple request-a request that held an almost whimsical innocence, "Carry me up, Kunwar Sa," she asked, her brown eyes meeting his with a gentle, expectant look.
With a firm yet gentle grip, he wrapped his thick, veiny hand around her delicate waist, lifting her effortlessly until her face was level with his, feeling her small hands caress his face, he instinctively clenched his jaw, the unexpected softness of her touch affecting him in ways he hadn't anticipated.
The kiss, initiated by her rosy, pillow-like lips, caught him off guard, widening his eyes briefly in surprise. In a moment of involuntary response, the hand not holding her tightly clenched into a fist, the veins on his arm becoming more prominent beneath the sleeve of his black shirt, betraying the way her touch was affecting him on a visceral level.
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"So what's your type?"
"What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?"
She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?"
"I don't really have one." I reply.
"Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention."
My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine.
"Well?"
"Older." I mumble. "Someone older."
"Just older?"
His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight.
"Someone... colder too."
"So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously.
"Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip.
"My type." I whisper with a small smile.
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