Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

“Do you always bring boys here?” he asked softly.


She looked up, slightly startled.

Then laughed. “No! You’re the first. And the last, maybe.”

His heart twitched in a strange way.

“That special, huh?” he joked.

Sirisha leaned in, her voice playful but her eyes serious. “You have no idea.”

He turned to face the laptop, suddenly too aware of how close they were now.

But her voice broke the hush again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you think… I’m still childish?”

He looked at her, her cheeks slightly pink,

Her eyes dipped in something softer now.

His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips, bare, pink, bitten—and then quickly away.

“No,” he said. “You’re young. But not childish. There’s a big difference.”

She smiled, relief slipping into her features. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“And why does it matter what I think?”

Her voice dropped, just a touch. “Because I want to matter to you.”

A pause.

Then she stood up abruptly. “Okay, too many feelings! Back to work.”

He smiled, watching her walk to her dresser and grab a pen.

Her waist curved gently, her top lifting just enough to reveal a strip of skin between denim and cotton.

The smooth line of her back, that soft sway of youthful energy, it was impossible not to notice.

She turned, caught him looking, and raised an eyebrow. “You sure you came to help with slides?”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Guilty. But I can multitask.”

Sirisha laughed, and it rang through the room like something free and alive.

Then she sat beside him again

Their shoulders nearly touching this time.

Not an accident.

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