Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Naveen pulled back just enough to look at her.
 
Her eyes were still open, watching him.
 
The fear was still there, but it had softened, like ice beginning to melt at the edges.
 
He raised his hand again.
 
This time, he brought his thumb to her lips.
 
He touched them gently, so gently, barely a brush, and felt his own breath catch in his throat.
 
They were impossibly soft.
 
Softer than her cheeks, softer than anything he had ever touched.
 
He traced the curve of her lower lip, the bow of her upper lip, feeling the delicate texture of them, the warmth, the faint moisture of her breath against his fingertip.
 
She didn't pull away.
 
She didn't close her eyes.
 
She just watched him, and he watched her, and the world outside the room ceased to exist.
 
He leaned in.
 
Slowly.
 
So slowly.
 
Giving her every chance to stop him, every moment to turn away.
 
His lips hovered over hers, close enough that he could feel her breath mingling with his own, close enough that he could smell the jasmine in her hair and the faint sweetness of the mehndi on her hands.
 
And then he kissed her.
 
It was barely a kiss, just the lightest touch of his lips against hers, a question more than a statement.
 
Her lips were warm, impossibly soft, and they tasted faintly of the honeyed tea she had drunk at the reception and something else, something that was just her.
 
His eyes closed without meaning to, and he felt the world narrow to this single point of contact, this one perfect moment.
 
It was his first kiss.
 
He had never kissed a woman before, not like this, not with his heart in his throat and his future in his hands.
 
He had waited twenty-nine years for this moment, and now that it was here, it was nothing like he had imagined.
 
It was better.
 
It was terrifying.
 
It was everything.
 
He pulled back after a moment, just a fraction of an inch, and opened his eyes.
 
Hers were still open.
 
Watching him.