The Quill Part 2- - Page 73

Gaurav might just ruin this trip for them. Tensions will rise because of him.

She is already feeling the pressure to rush home and take care of the situation. Hope she doesn't cut the trip short.

Is it only about the cooking prowess dude? We think not. You asked what she thought about your outfit.

It could be a magical night ahead. If only there was no tension simmering on the home front.

“Cant sleep with one” she said nervously not taking his hand

He walked past her to go find it from her night stand and slowly tied it around her neck

“Uh…I”

“Just dance” he whispered gathering her

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Soup & Love

“What are u making?” she asked peering over the stove

A dutch oven simmered warmly

“I was making a soup” he wouldn’t let her touch it

Scooped some up in a ladle and dabbed it with his finger and blew on it, a corkscrew pasta

She reached to grab it

“Let me” he ordered and fed her slowly

She was bright red, it was nothing, yet it was everything

She made a soft slurping sound as her tongue absorbed the juices between the screw rings

He left his thumb on her tongue, she nervously felt it, their eyes meeting over the ladle he held in his left hand

“Suck it” he whispered

“I” (already got the pasta)

“Taara do it”

She did, once.. he sucked his breath in

“More”

He dropped the ladle in the pasta and turned off the stove with his left hand and yanked her closer

She let go of his thumb and bend her head down chewing on that single spring like food

“I want to know what it tastes like” he closed his mouth on her and and she fought

He hoisted her by her waist and tipped her head and fed himself

Slowly letting her slide down his body like a steamy flower

“Too spicy” he mocked

“Umm.. no?!!!” she was confused

“Sure?” he kissed her now with passionate abandon

“U owe me a dance” he growled in her ear

“I can do gidda or bhangra u need to find someone else for ballet or jazz”

She could taste and feel him in her every pore

His bare hand spanned her bare midriff

“I love gidda”

“well too bad… I wont be dancing tonight” she croaked

He pulled the ribbed tee to tongue her tattoo

“I saw a video of u dancing with ur Harold”

His body shook in amusement

“Ur Mum sent u?”

“Hmm”

“Pradyut… (sputtering) It’s a violation of my privacy”

“So u did dance for Harold”

“Haa? To?”

“U can dance with me now”

He pulled her closer leaned over her shoulder and scrolled through his playlist and found a song from the Agent Provocateur album, Foreigner “I want to know what love is”

He gently rocked her with him

He is slow killer.

You create magic with words! This part was so good! ♥️

Dude is upping the game of flirtation. Just the right song, slow dancing, what next?

She danced for Harold, so he can not be left behind. Competing with the puppy!

Cooking for the girl

Kissing the girl

Dancing with her

Let’s see what plan he has next in store.