My girl chapter 7

My Girl : Chapter 7: 

special dinner

All the way, both are silent and lost in their own thoughts…
When they enter his place…he was holding her hand…she still silent and broken…he felt it…it’s dark…he switches on the light directly…he knew she hates darkness…she sits immediately in the bed…like she’s familiar now at his world…he knew she’s not well…and maybe that doctor is the reason…
He was waiting for her to talk but she doesn’t talk…she keeps silent…wiping her cheeks…she is cute…he guessed, she doesn’t want to talk, not now; at least…
Her eyes in the air, she finally talks:
Kh:-I’m hungry!
She said, desperately to him…looking up…he turns and she meets his brown eyes…he was searching for the candles…in case, the light is cut…he’s wondering that now it’s already late and she wasn’t ready to leave…he doesn’t know what makes her want to stay, here with him, it’s getting cold…maybe she would spend all this night with him or maybe not???…his hand still hurting him…but he’s alright…but her?...is she alright?!...if she’s hungry then she’s better…she said that with a smile…not a big smile but still smile…
She stands up…:
-I’m using your kitchen!
She adds…taking off her shoes…he was looking at her…she’s behaving like he was really her boyfriend…no! like he was his lover…she takes off her shoes just before him and…his eyes are looking down directly…to her feet…to her incredibly milky skin and her perfectly manicured nails…what the…it’s just insane…he’s discovering the mysteriousness of the feminist world…to be honest…it’s not only her beauty which attracts him…it’s being so feminine, so Women, so girly which attracts him the most…
She walks on her way to the kitchen…he thought a little and then he follows her…she’s dominating his world and this really pissed him off also…not because she’s beautiful and sad…with those sincere pairs of eyes…with those perfect pairs of legs that she has the right to touch to his things without taking his permission…
She opens the refrigerator:
-eggs??!...(she turns to him)…only those eggs…that’s what you have…(she looks again at the refrigerator)…coke!!!!... At least (again she turns to him)…one tomato, one peeper and some olives…I’m breaking the diet…again...
She said taking all those out in her hands…closing the refrigerator’s door with her leg…smiling to him…
-you like omelets?
she doesn’t wait for his answer…actually, her mood is changing completely, because, she’s cooking, she loved to cook, it made her happy, even if she don’t have the time to do that, even if she doesn’t know to cook all the dishes…
she cuts the tomato and the pepper into small pieces…she starts speaking, nonstop…if she doesn’t speak, she knows Arnav will not speak:
-why you don’t have cheese?...cheese will give the omelet another taste, you know…but it’s alright…it’s a joy to cook with only what you have in the refrigerator…it’s funny to cook…what do you think?
She looks at him…no expression…but he was staring at her hands while cooking…she comes towards him…hands on her waist…
-you’re not helping! Fine! At least tell me where is the oil???...I just need a little bit…
He gestured to her where is the oil…she’s impressing him…he was thinking that those soft hands can’t cook but he can now confirm that she can do that also…yes, she’s putting all his kitchen upset down but what she’s doing is looking acceptable to eat…
Her hair is disturbing her, while doing all her mess and talking like that…he approaches and with only his index, he touches her revolted hair…and then, delicately, slowly, puts it behind her ear…she looks at him…like confused with his acts…but she smiles nervously…his only touch and that mysterious gaze of his eyes gives her goose bumps…she looks at his chocolate gaze and then slowly her eyes travelled to take a look at his lips, he has the perfect lips ever…she kissed them two days back, she knows very well, their taste, their potential, actually…he has a way to kiss…god!!!...savage, strange, exotic…like it was his first time kissing…first time?...she can bet, even if he doesn’t want to…girls will force him to get a kiss from those hot lips…stop it…she wanted to stop that little voice inside her mind…her dirty mind…but that guy  so close to her, touching her that way, inspires her only sexiness and naughtiness…damn it!
Without being conscious, Khushi forgets totally about Aman…now…about all the incident…the closer she was from Arnav, the farer she was from Aman’s memory…she’s totally lost in him…he intrigues her, he attracts her…her mind, if he was near her, stops thinking about others, strangely…
He pulled back…if he keeps looking at her and then if she keeps giving him that ‘’I’m staring at your lips and I’m not ready to stop’’ look…he will definitely not only kiss her…but he will devour her…but a voice inside him was crying: she doesn’t belong to you…not for you…not for you…she’s sad and she’s only here because she’s depressed, once, she’s fine, she will leave…
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After few minutes…the smell of the omelet was really delicious…Khushi cuts it on two equal portion and putting in two plates…Arnav was playing with the coke’s bottle…throwing it in the air and catching, lost in his thoughts…sawing them…it does form a perfect couple already…
K:-sit!
she gestured the chair for him and poses the two plates on the table…he’s not showing a happy and satisfied face but inside he’s really enjoying that…he was about to sit when she opens the coke bottle…and …
booooom…
it just explores…
cokes are everywhere on khushi’s face…on her clothes…on her hair…all over her neck and chest…she was like dropped on the coke…all wetted…her mouth forming a great O…her eyes on him…
Arnav looks at her once and then he starts giggling at the whole scene but Khushi still shocking all wet like that, ….but when she looked at him…he’s also wetted a little with the coke liquid, not like her but he was laughing…she found this funny…she smiles and starts giggling also…he finally stopped giggling…gradually …even his smile vanished…when he saw that she’s laughing…she’s trying to wipe her face with the palm of her hand…
It was something different like admiration…like fascination…
both can’t take their eyes off the other…
they finally stop laughing…
Whenever he laughs…she felt weak…whenever she saw him laughing like that…she immediately wants to have him in her arms…yes…it was the case…he has the most innocent and irresistible laugh ever …the most beautiful and hot smile in the world…
Whenever she laughs…he was lost…whenever he saw her laughing like that…he immediately wants to kiss her…to feel those lips again under his...she has the most beautiful and magical laugh ever…the prettiest and magnificent smile in the world…
He approaches her, now with guilty gaze…he was the reason…it was him who was playing with the coke bottle like that and when she opens it, it was normal to that it explores like that… he looks at her and she looks at him with the same look…
He puts his fingers on her chin to wipe the coke’s drops…he then touched her cheek, delicately…her hair…her forehead…her nose and then…he looks at her eyes…she was looking at him...he touched her lips with his fingers, delicately…not breaking the eyes lock…the touch was so soft, no! erotic was the right word…he looks at her…she was like waiting for him to do something to her burned lips…but he keeps rubbing her lips with his fingers…looking at them with a darkened eyes, once and back at her eyes, again, damn! This time is different, he’s taking his time, she thought…he was thinking that he has to know a lot about the elevator scene but…right in that moment, it doesn’t really matter!!! It’s sin if he keeps thinking about another thing then those coke-lips…but, she’s maybe sad…she was crying…and those confused eyes are all red…still her eyelashes are wet …she’s confused, her eyes were telling all, yes, she’s confused but those eyes are also begging him  …he approaches his head from her and she felt his warm breath on her face…again she smell his masculine scent…intense was his touch like his smell, like his gaze, like his both hands cupping her head…she so want to said it out loud: Kiss me!...
From the moment, she enters his place…she sits on his bed...she felt safe…that’s why she wanted to come here, being with him…he gives her that effect…she’s safe, she’s protected…he’s different from all the people she knew before…
She’s now breathing in his breath…he’s so close…if he has kissed her, it would be easier and just lovely but…he’s not kissing her…he’s actually, making her burn with little soft fire…torture…desire…he’s not kissing her…but his breath touch was doing it…he maybe just standing like that…but his gaze was fu**ing her literally…she felt that she’s weak …being like that closer than never from him…she felt all her body reacting at his touch…and…suddenly…she felt his lips on hers…she closed her eyes…she can’t handle it anymore…it does hurt…she catches his tee-shirt to not fall losing her balance… and…she’s all confused because she’s already seduced…she felt it…but still, he seems not ready to take her lips…what if she asks him to take them??!...what if she takes his hand and just puts it under her dress to just show him what he’s actually doing to her with this game he’s playing!...but…
He pulled back…
He looks down and then up but avoiding meeting her gaze…
He cleared his thorax…
What?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It sick!!!!
He’s not going to kiss her???…
She can’t accept!
No…he’s looking at her…her hands still pulling his t-shirt aggressively…
She wanted that kiss???!…and then, without introduction, he gets closer and just takes her lips on his….
Yes, he did it!...he kisses her like a mad…and his madness is contagious because she seems like she’s waiting for this to devour his lips…her lips does taste the coke…it’s so sweet and soft…he licked them, without retain…he kisses her chin as well…he kissed her neck…he licked all the drops of coke very well…like a professional…he just does like he feels right…he’s certainly, a little rough but he felt that he can’t stop…he just can’t stop doing what he’s doing…she’s closing her eyes…he wanted to do more so he just lift her…making her sit in the table…he kissed her…and it felt just perfect and so natural…like she was his own girl…like she’s his girl…
Khushi was just lost on him…kissing wasn’t enough for her…she was touching all over his chest and back with her hands…so hard, so muscular, so hot, so perfect …
But…at the same moment…the tension decreased …they stopped! It’s like they realize both of them that if they continue like that…they will finish doing it on that same table…
Both is breathing heavily…like they were running…he’s looking at her red lips…red marks on her neck...she looks at him…at his red lips…almost bleeding because of her kisses…and because at a moment she bits him while kissing…she looks at him and it’s like he’s not looking well…
He doesn’t want to escape and just go like the last time…he felt that he has to stay there with her…he sits on the chair…she sits also…a moment of silence and nervousness…both are looking down and then he starts eating the omelet…like to do anything and change the atmosphere and he wanted to taste that...like him, she starts eating also…a little bit…he looks at her and then she’s looking at him too…
He wanted to ask…she felt it…that’s why that hesitation to kiss her at first…
She looks at him and then…like she was reading on his thoughts:
-I was lying!...I don’t have a fiancé…
Like she was assuring him that nothing is wrong about what just happen between them…
He looks at her…and then looks at the plate…he doesn’t react…but at the same time, he’s reveled…she doesn’t have a fiancé…actually, he knew it, if she has a fiancé, that fiancé will never be away from her, all this time…he would be always with her!
She continues:
-that man…you know…the doctor, his name is Aman…he was my ex boyfriend…
She stops to see his reaction and when she see that he’s interested now by what she was saying, she continues:
-like a stupid, I thought I loved him…you know when you think someone is good but in reality, he’s not!…he’s getting married!…we broke up because he told me that he can’t live with one woman for his whole life!...he was lying, he will marry one woman and spend all his life with her, now!
-and you told him I’m your new boyfriend?...why?
She looks at him and then she bits her bottom lip…all silent….she don’t has an answer for that…yes, she thought about him when she said boyfriend but she doesn’t know that Aman will misunderstand when he saw her in Arnav’s arms, hugging him…she doesn’t planned for all that…it was god’s help when she finds Arnav, like waiting for her… it was good for her that way but maybe Arnav was feeling bad about that???!
Arnav was looking at her…he was waiting for an answer…
-I’m…sorry…I told him I have a boyfriend and when he saw me hugging you, he thought that it was you!
-so you have a new boyfriend?
-no! of course not!
-why you’re always lying concerning that?...first, you told me you have a fiancé, you lied and now…
-you…it was to protect myself after our first kiss…
Arnav arched his eyebrow and she stopped…she’s talking too much; she should stop…now what? She wanted to describe his kisses effect on her or what?!...
-I mean…what are you thinking about the omelet??...it’s delicious, right?