Or have something more to gain"
He dives into her lush mane, inhaling the strong scent of her shampoo, lavender; His favourite. He smiled against her hair and kissed her nape sloppily making her rise in the suddenness of the action. She lets out a throaty moan and feels him freeze above her. She grabs his face and kisses him hard, both of them staring into each others eyes. The emotions are overwhelming and the passion, fiery but none wanted to slow down. He breaks of the kiss and his mouth trails downwards, each touch conveying his feelings for her. She squirms and moans his name as pleasure courses through her veins. His intentions are clear and he looks at her, mesmerized by the flush in her cheeks, the depth in her eyes.
"I love you" he whispers as she breaks into pieces under him "I love you."
She breathes heavily, and a shiver passes down her spine. In a state of ecstacy she hears him whisper his love in her ears. She forgets to breath for a second. His passion was scorching her and she felt herself wanting more of it.
"I love you."
"I know." She whispers back.
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The coffee is warm.
She stares at the swirling froth above it, dazed. His shirt hangs off her shoulders, too big for her. The couch provides her warmth along with the coffee as a huge gust of wind whooshes past the window. She shivers.
His arm falls over her and he squeezes her shoulder gently. She smiles up at him and is delighted to see him grin at her, like he used to. It pleases her greatly, at the same time, it aches. He understands her and places a soft kiss on her temple, allowing his lips to linger for a while.
"Drink it up" he says "it'll keep you warm."
She drinks it up, but he keeps her warm.
He knows that.
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They walk together in the park, hands intertwined. The cold wind whooshes past them like it had done in the morning and she pulls her jacket tighter. He admires her pink cheeks and controls the urge the kiss them lest he makes it more difficult.
The silence between them is heavy. Dread fills them as the sky darkens. She pulls him nearer and he complies, wrapping his arm around her.
"This is it." She whispers but it goes unheard. She understands he did it on purpose.
They reach his door and she feels her chest constrict. Her breath comes out in short gasps and she notices his clenched fists. His face is ashen.
She feels horrible.
"I have to go." she croaks. No, she doesn't.
"Please stay for the night." His eyes are shut.
"Swayam," his name does it for him and his shoulders shake "I can't. Please understand." She pleads.
"Sharon, its been six months, it'll be six months. Just stay tonight, please." He pleads, more pathetic than her.
She knows it is useless to resist. Yet, she tries "Swayam, if I stay, I can't leave and I have to leave."
He holds her by her arms, staring into her glassy eyes. "I'll make you go." His voice is solemn "I'll make you go so that you return to me."
She nearly cries but doesn't. She's strong, or so she feels, as he catches her hand and strides into his home. It hits hard, as he kisses her. They couldn't do this anymore. Six months were eating them away. She kisses him back fiercely, her heart coming to a decision. He feels it; her decision. Overjoyed he pulls her into his room.
Their room.
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"It was you
Breathless and tall
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate"
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