Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Kavya stepped back, testing their handiwork. She pushed the door gently, and it slid smoothly into place. A proud smile spread across her face, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "It works!" she said, her voice light and pleased, her excitement infectious.
 
Naveen couldn’t help but admire her, the way her face lit up, the joy in her expression. There was something endearing about her, something that made him feel more connected to her with each passing day. “See? We’re getting better at this,” he said, his voice softer, as though savoring the moment. “A few more days, and we’ll have ourselves a luxury resort here.”
 
Kavya’s laughter filled the space between them, easy and free, like a song. “A resort without Wi-Fi, without a bed, without proper food, but yes, still a resort.”
 
Naveen chuckled, but his gaze softened as he watched her. He couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to glow in the firelight, how every smile, every laugh, seemed to pull at his heart in ways he couldn’t explain. “And without rent, right?” he added, his voice dipping a little lower, warmer now.
 
Kavya grinned wider, her eyes twinkling. “I’ll take that deal. As long as you keep up the driftwood deliveries.” She wiggled her eyebrows, teasing him.
 
He laughed and took a step closer, his voice softening further. “I’ll be sure to negotiate the terms of that deal.” His gaze dropped to her lips, then slowly back to her eyes, lingering just a moment longer than usual.
 
There was a quiet shift between them, like the air around them had become thicker, charged with something neither of them had said aloud but both felt. Neither moved, neither spoke, yet the space between them had grown more intimate, more romantic.
 
They turned their attention to the window, and Kavya suggested weaving small palm fronds together to create a curtain. As she reached up to adjust the vines, her shoulder brushed against his. This time, neither of them pulled away.
 
She could feel the heat of his body so close, the rhythm of his breath almost in sync with hers. Every movement felt magnified, more intentional, more tender. She couldn’t help but admire how his presence seemed to fill the space, how everything about him felt steady, grounded. She’d never realized how much she needed that, until now.

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