Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan: Fair. I'm thinking about the way you looked at me before I kissed you. Like you were fighting yourself and losing. I'm thinking about your lips. Soft. Warm. The way they parted when I pulled you closer.
 
Mamta: Rohan...
 
Rohan: Now you. What are you thinking about?
 
A long pause.
 
Mamta: The same thing.
 
Mamta: I can still feel your hand on my face. I touched my cheek after you left. It was still warm.
 
Anjali exhaled against his neck. "Oh, she's so far gone. Look at her. She's been sitting there touching her own face, thinking about you."
 
Rohan: I wish I was there right now. Touching your face again. Except this time I wouldn't stop.
 
Mamta: Don't say things like that.
 
Rohan: Why? Because it makes you imagine it?
 
Mamta: Yes.
 
Rohan: Good. I want you to imagine it. My hand on your cheek. Then your neck. Then lower.
 
Mamta: Rohan. Stop.
 
Rohan: Do you really want me to stop?
 
The pause was agonizing.
 
Mamta: Maybe.
 
Anjali's teeth grazed his earlobe. "There it is. She don’t want you to stop. "
 
Rohan: I want to see you. Right now.
 
Mamta: It's past midnight.
 
Rohan: I don't care what time it is. Send me a photo. I want to see the woman I can't stop thinking about.
 
Mamta: I look terrible. I've been tossing and turning for hours.
 
Rohan: You think that makes me want to see you less?
 
Mamta: You're impossible.
 
Rohan: You keep saying that. And yet you're still here. Still talking to me. Still thinking about my lips on yours.
 
Mamta: One photo. Then you let me sleep.
 
Rohan: Send the photo first. Then we'll negotiate.
 
Mamta: You don't negotiate. You demand.
 
Rohan: And you like it.