Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Kavya, too, quickly refocused on the task, trying to ignore the strange flutter in her chest. It was nothing, she told herself. Just an accident. But as she reached for another bundle of palm fronds, she couldn’t help but notice the way her body felt oddly aware of him, the air between them suddenly charged.
 
Later, as they worked on securing the roof, she stretched to reach a high branch, the tips of her fingers brushing the rough bark. Naveen, stepping forward at the same time, reached for the same branch.
 
Their hands collided again, this time much more intentionally. He instinctively pulled back, but not before his fingers briefly traced the back of her hand. The touch, though fleeting, felt warm and electric, almost like an invitation, though neither of them would dare to follow it.
 
Kavya froze for a moment, the tingling sensation of his touch lingering. She couldn’t help but glance at him, but his face remained neutral, his gaze focused on the branch he was holding.
 
Both of them knew the touch hadn’t been accidental, and for a heartbeat, something passed between them. A glance, a moment of connection. But neither of them spoke, and the silence between them thickened with the quiet tension of what hadn’t been said.
 
“Here,” Naveen said, clearing his throat as he handed her another frond. His voice was a little tighter than usual, betraying the subtle stir of emotions inside him.
 
Kavya accepted the frond, nodding without meeting his eyes. Her breath came a little faster than she intended, but she pretended not to notice. Just a touch, she reminded herself. Just an accident. Yet the words didn’t seem to quiet the heat in her chest.
 
As they continued, the work became a kind of dance, each of them subconsciously adjusting to avoid the other at times, yet often drifting close again. At one point, Kavya stepped forward to secure the last piece of the roof, her arm brushing against his shoulder as she did.
 
The contact was light, but enough to make her breath catch. She almost apologized but stopped herself, realizing there was nothing to apologize for. Yet when she looked up, she saw him pause for a fraction of a second, as though uncertain of how to respond.
 
He cleared his throat again, his gaze shifting briefly to her face, then back to the task. His voice was low. “I think we’re almost done with the roof. It’s holding up well.”

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