Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 

Naveen didn't rush.
 
He stayed where he was, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed, her hand still in his.
 
The bangles shifted with a small, musical sound as he turned her hand over and pressed another kiss to her palm.
 
Then he let go.
 
But he didn't move away.
 
He moved closer.
 
Slowly, so slowly that she could have stopped him at any moment, could have leaned back, could have said his name in that particular way that meant not yet, he raised his hand to her face.
 
His fingers hovered near her cheek, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, and he paused there, giving her time, giving her space, giving her the chance to pull away.
 
She didn't.
 
He touched her.
 
His fingertips brushed her cheekbone, feather-light, tracing the curve of it as though he were memorizing the shape of her.
 
Her skin was impossibly soft, softer than he had imagined, softer than silk, softer than anything he had ever felt.
 
It was warm, and it was real, and it was her, and he felt something inside his chest tighten and loosen at the same time, a knot he hadn't known was there coming undone.
 
He cupped her face in his palm.
 
His hand was large against her cheek, and she seemed to fit there perfectly, as though this was where his hand had always belonged, as though he had spent twenty-nine years learning the shape of things just so he could hold this one thing correctly.
 
He looked into her eyes.
 
They were dark, darker than he had ever seen them, the pupils blown wide.
 
There was fear there still, he could see it, a shadow at the edges, but there was something else too.
 
Something tentative.
 
Something that looked almost like trust.
 
"Seema," he said.
 
Just her name.
 
Just that.
 
She didn't speak.
 
But she didn't look away either.
 
He leaned in.
 
He pressed his lips to her forehead first, a soft, lingering kiss that tasted of her skin and the faint trace of sandalwood perfume.
 
Then her left cheek, just below her eye, where the skin was even softer.
 
Then her right cheek, where a faint blush was rising beneath his lips.
 
Then the tip of her nose, which was cool and small and impossibly endearing.
 
She let out a breath, a small, shaky sound that was almost a laugh.