[shailu4ever]

“It’s strange,” she murmured.

“It’s only been a week. But it feels like I forgot how this feels.”


Abhi’s breath hitched.

“I didn’t forget,” he said,

His voice thick. “I remembered every morning. Every minute.”

Meghana’s fingers curled gently around the edge of his knee.

Not pulling, just holding.

Their bodies fit together too easily

Like gravity had been waiting for them to stop resisting.

Her hips, clad in those barely

There shorts, pressed gently into his thighs.

His chest cradled her back

Each inhale matching the rise and fall of her breath.

His hand shifted upward slightly

Tracing the contour of her ribs under the fabric of her sports bra.

The rust-colored fabric was soft,

But thin

It offered very little resistance to sensation.

Her breathing deepened as his fingertips grazed the side of her torso.

Not bold yet.


But undeniably intentional.

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