24. The kiss

His irises stared into mine, a silent promise in them. I found comfort in that tiny promise, no matter however little it was worth. The warmth of his body radiated through the tight hold of my comforter. I couldn't feel him, but at the same time, I could.

His eyes shifted lower, landing on my lips. He hurried his glance back to my face as his tongue peeked out to lick the corners of his lips. My chest expanded and almost unconsciously, I followed his lead–my tongue moved over my lips and I chanced a quick glance to his supple, pink lips.

When my eyes returned to his, they weren't the same. His pupils were dilated and his irises turned dark brown. His thumbs drew small circles over my shoulders as he pressed me tighter.

"Everything will be okay", he whispered, his gaze shifting to my lips again.

His head inched closer, eyes staring intensely in mine. A soft jumping sensation released in my stomach but I stayed still. His head bent lower, his delectable pink lips inching closer to my own.

I could feel his breath and the subtle perfume of his body. A pleasant vanilla and woody scent engulfed me and I subconsciously took a deep breath, inhaling him.

His hand moved upwards from my shoulders to my neck and as his palm touched my burning skin, wild electricity sparked in my veins. I closed my eyes, savouring the delicious electric tingles his touch provided. And when his soft lips touched mine, I didn't retaliate. Intense sparks shot through my body and immobile, I stilled, with my lips over his.

He moved his lips over mine, gentle and soft. Unsure of what I was doing, I moved my lips over his. Like the scent of him, he tasted woody and vanilla. And as our lips moved in harmony, a craving I didn't know I had got fulfilled.

My hands found the back of his neck and I gently pulled the shirt strands on his back. A groan erupted from his throat and the movement of his lips turned intense. From the gentle, slow motion that felt like a lullaby for arousal, his lips became wild and passionate with desire.

He bit my lower lip, non-verbally asking for permission and I granted it to him with a bite of my own. I spread my lips apart as I welcomed his warm tongue and swept my tongue to discover his mouth. Moaning, I arched my back as I stretched closer to his body, my comforter dropping low.

Our hands started exploring just as much as our tongues. I didn't feel anything, but I felt everything. I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted to continue it. The intense but delicious sparks that he arose in my body demanded all my attention, so I had none to spare for anything else.

My brain stopped functioning, deciding to take a backseat while my body took charge. Inching closer to his body, his woody vanilla scent and the expressive way his mouth molded with mine took over my senses.

Arousal dripped in my core as I returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. He had somehow found the brink between too much and too little, and the kiss was perfect for me. Seeking more of him, I inched closer, my body flushing right next to his hard body.

Only when the hard muscles behind his shirt touched the naked skin of my front did I realize that my comforter had slipped away completely. I pulled away, heaving for air as I stumbled to cover my skin. My hands were shaking and the cover kept slipping off.

His hands found my comforter and with quick movements, he successfully covered me like a burrito.

I looked back at him, embarrassed and awkward. Where did the kiss come from? Why did we kiss? And the biggest question of all, why did it feel so good?

His eyes were dark and heavy with desire, his breathing irregular. While I was certain I looked ashamed, he didn't. He looked delighted though a little flushed. He ran his fingers through his hair. His previously styled hair sat messily over his head and I realized with a bolt that I was the reason. I had messed them up.

Suddenly, I sighed to myself. What a view! This way, he looked ten times more charming. While nobody could argue that he was a fine specimen of man, his usual granite features and perfect hair looked almost unreal, but this little touch of reality from his messy hair turned him into a proper swoon-worthy man.

A heavy dose of cold and cruel reality check followed that realization.

I kissed him.

I kissed Aarav.

And worse, I found it hot and passionate and sexy... Hush! I scolded myself.

It was a mistake. Right, a mistake. I nodded my head along with the reasoning.

I was drunk, emotional, and wasn't thinking straight and that is the only reason I kissed him.

This made sense.

Nodding my head, I looked up in his dark eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm drunk and emotional, and... this was a mistake. I am sorry"

Hurriedly, I ran under the covers of my comforter and shut my eyes.

"Riya..I..", he started but I didn't want to hear it. And I'm gonna blame all of this on my drunk mind the next morning, but I pretended to snore. Very loudly.

A moment of silence.

Perhaps my snoring seemed real, I was such a great actor, I rejoiced – fist-pumping internally.

A grunt interrupted my joyous moment and my ears perked up.

"Fine", he muttered, his voice hard, "But just so its clear, I liked it and wouldn't mind doing it again and again"

My heart started beating faster, running a mile a minute, and huge butterflies fluttered in my belly.

The sound of his receding footsteps relaxed my body, but just before I could relive a sigh, he said, "Oh, by the way, you are nowhere near drunk. You sobered up a long time ago" and shut the door behind him.

Uggh I groaned, rolling onto my stomach. I hated it when people were right but this is that one thing I would stay adamant on.

I was drunk.

I definitely was.

There was no other way.

With thoughts rolling in my head, and body tossing and turning, I escaped into a restless slumber.