Not Likely

Lot of Complicated Emotions

Wow, who knew that kissing turned to something else when intoxicated. I could feel everything in the seven layers of my skin, feel his touch and the possessive way in which his fingers gripped my face, tilting it upwards to meet his height. My desire to kiss him back was fuelled by the addicting feeling of his wonderful lips that was destroying all my senses.

"This is better than chocolate!" I gasped, when he broke the kiss to let me breathe, the door clicking as it unlocked. My head was swimming and my lips were feeling swollen but simply wonderful. He stared at me with desire darkened eyes, his body pressed tightly into mine as he tipped my chin up to claim my lips again, pushing me against the door and into the room. I promptly forgot about my need to intake oxygen and kissed him back, my hands eager to touch as much of him as I could before he simply pulled away again.

I let out a muted shriek of surprise when he gripped the back of my thighs and simply hauled me off the ground and carried me inside, his long strides not interrupting his kissing as he walked, his arms holding me up with minimal effort as he did. I was quite drunk in the kissing activity, to be sure. This was better than a fantasy, or wild dreams that I'd deny I ever dreamt. And what thrilled me was how into it he was.

I vaguely registered the soft material of the bed as he lowered me to it, not breaking the kiss as his powerful frame pressed on top of me, the hard ridges of his body pressing against me. He pulled away for a second, staring at my dazed face with a slight smile on his face.

"Chickening out yet?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual, as he slowly pressed a kiss on the centre of my collarbone, making my back arch with the action.

"Uh, you wish", I retorted, grinning as he laughed and went back to kissing me again.

**

On principle, I tend to be someone who is not so much into kissing and telling. Maybe its because I lack female best friends who ask me to 'Dish', or maybe because my best friend used to be my ex who would be purely traumatized if I insist on telling him details, but as far as 'telling things' go, I am very much the lady.

I don't kiss and tell.

But oh. My. God.

If you were my female best friend, you'd be grinning ear to ear as I text you all the details about what happened.

Was it awesome? Absolutely.

Did I kill it? Please, is there any other way?

Is Dhruv only all about great looks? Oh, his haters can wish.

On the whole, I was feeling quite fantastic for a woman who had virtually no sleep the entire night. But when my Mother called me at 5am, the surging rush of embarrassment that coursed through my bloodstream was almost unwarranted for someone who was technically an adult and with her fiancee.

I cringed as the name 'Ma' began to flash on the screen, while the semi-dark room lit up with the phone light.

The sleeping block of granite next to me stirred drowsily, one arm still wrapped around me. "Pick up the call", he said grumpily, his voice lower and huskier than usual as he turned to the other side, burying his face into a pillow.

"It's my mother", I hissed.

"Tell her you're sleeping", he replied sleepily.

"She'll ask where I am."

"Tell her you're with me."

"I am sorry have you not met my mother?" I hissed, sitting up straight as she called again. "Oh god, why am I panicking? It's not like I did something wrong. Ok, tough stance, Dhriti. You can do this."