02-07-2025, 07:33 PM
Meghana didn’t speak again
Not yet.
Her body remained curved into his, arching gently
Her back molded to the plane of his torso
Her legs stretched out in front of them both.
She was steady, her breath quiet
As though she was resting inside his arms and her own courage at the same time.
But Abhi’s thoughts weren’t still.
Not anymore.
The ache in him wasn’t just from longing or restraint.
It was built from a week of imagining her
Dreaming of the feel of her body in his arms
The way she would smell if he leaned in just an inch more…
The way she might taste if
His pulse surged.
He had waited.
He had respected every boundary.
He had memorized the shape of her breath and the tremble in her voice and still held back.
But she had said it.
No holding back.
And so, slowly, deliberately, he let his left hand slide.
The one resting gently just below her heart,
Eeased downward now.
Not roughly.
Not hurried.
Not yet.
Her body remained curved into his, arching gently
Her back molded to the plane of his torso
Her legs stretched out in front of them both.
She was steady, her breath quiet
As though she was resting inside his arms and her own courage at the same time.
But Abhi’s thoughts weren’t still.
Not anymore.
The ache in him wasn’t just from longing or restraint.
It was built from a week of imagining her
Dreaming of the feel of her body in his arms
The way she would smell if he leaned in just an inch more…
The way she might taste if
His pulse surged.
He had waited.
He had respected every boundary.
He had memorized the shape of her breath and the tremble in her voice and still held back.
But she had said it.
No holding back.
And so, slowly, deliberately, he let his left hand slide.
The one resting gently just below her heart,
Eeased downward now.
Not roughly.
Not hurried.
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