22-06-2025, 02:50 AM
The front wheel dipped in
The scooter jolted.
Varnika gasped, not in fear,
But with startled softness
Her chest pressed into his back with a soft thud.
He stiffened for a second, feeling the intimate weight of her against him.
Her chest met his spine, and his hands almost faltered on the brake.
She didn’t move away.
“Oops,” he said lightly, glancing at her through the mirror.
“Hmph.”
Then a speed breaker.
He braked a little harder than necessary.
Again, her body folded slightly into his
More skin
More warmth
More of her curves aligned against his frame.
Her cheek now almost brushed the back of his neck.
“You do that on purpose,” she murmured near his ear.
“What?”
“These sudden breaks. And these... unnecessarily aggressive turns.”
“I would never,” he said, mock-innocent.
She didn’t let go of his waist.
“You’re so shameless,” she whispered, her voice lower now. “You just want me to fall into you. Again and again.”
He smiled. His throat felt dry.
Another sudden swerve
This one to avoid a dog napping right in the middle of the street.
This time she clutched him tighter
Her palms resting flush against his stomach
Her chest unmistakably molded into the curve of his back.
He could feel the quick flutter of her breath, her heartbeat syncing with his spine.
She didn’t move even after the scooter steadied.
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The scooter jolted.
Varnika gasped, not in fear,
But with startled softness
Her chest pressed into his back with a soft thud.
He stiffened for a second, feeling the intimate weight of her against him.
Her chest met his spine, and his hands almost faltered on the brake.
She didn’t move away.
“Oops,” he said lightly, glancing at her through the mirror.
“Hmph.”
Then a speed breaker.
He braked a little harder than necessary.
Again, her body folded slightly into his
More skin
More warmth
More of her curves aligned against his frame.
Her cheek now almost brushed the back of his neck.
“You do that on purpose,” she murmured near his ear.
“What?”
“These sudden breaks. And these... unnecessarily aggressive turns.”
“I would never,” he said, mock-innocent.
She didn’t let go of his waist.
“You’re so shameless,” she whispered, her voice lower now. “You just want me to fall into you. Again and again.”
He smiled. His throat felt dry.
Another sudden swerve
This one to avoid a dog napping right in the middle of the street.
This time she clutched him tighter
Her palms resting flush against his stomach
Her chest unmistakably molded into the curve of his back.
He could feel the quick flutter of her breath, her heartbeat syncing with his spine.
She didn’t move even after the scooter steadied.
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