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31. Love You!

This night, don't know why, but I wanted him to stay here. I could see clearly in his eyes, that he was struggling to sleep.

Seeing his loving face, I couldn't mutter up myself and laid his head in my lap. After, sometime he slept. Remarkably! He looks more hot and endearing while sleeping. I kept looking at him, until I didn't realize that while sleeping he snuggled more close to me, by circling his hands around my waist, sleeping.

His face nudging closer to my stomach, I fumbled with the intimate touch.

It's feeling cold, I need to cover him, he might catch a cold otherwise.

Removing, his hands from my waist slowly, getting up, placing his head on the sofa softly, and quickly taking the Couette from my room, I covered him, tucking from the edges.

I leaned down and kissed him on the forehead tenderly, but as I was about to move, my locket got stuck with the button of his shirt. His face got more clear to me, then.

Perfect oval-triangular face, straight small nose, curvy lips, lightly trimmed beard, pointed chin, brown messy hairs because of my ruffles.

Shit!
Shit!

Jahnvi, what you're doing?
It's bad manners to stare at someone while sleeping. I tried, and at last, I got successful in removing my locket from his shirt's button, and again not controlling myself more, I sat in my previous place, placing his head in my lap, and after a while, I felt my eyes heavy as they closed on their accord.

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Yesterday, was my best day ever with him.

Seriously! Now, I understand, how much impossible it is to resist yourself when you're in love and that person is in front of you. I respect, this man who got the heart to wait for me, these years. Only, he can get this much forbearance to stay.

Besides, after a long time, I slept more than seven hours, even on the couch.

I got up and went to shower, when I came back, he was still sleeping.
I neared him, ruffling his hair, and again kissed him on the forehead.

What's happening to you, Jahnvi???

I started to get up, but in sleep, he hugged my wrist, not giving me space to move.

Slowly, freeing my wrist, I moved to the kitchen to make breakfast. It's 6:20 in the morning.

I ordered some comfy clothes for him and came back to the kitchen, with scrambled eggs with cheese and a cheese sandwich with other veggies.
I prepared almond milk for him because he hates white milk, moreover, pure white milk brings red rashes to his skin, and he's allergic to that. I'm not a great cook like him, but I can make food, acceptable to eat.

I reached back to the living room and slid the ochre curtains off the patio doors, and let the glass slides open, to let fresh air in.

"Krish, wake up! It's morning. Breakfast is getting ready!"

He didn't move a bit, instead, he covered my waist with his arms, snuggling closer to me. Our noses were slightly touching, but I  made a safe distance. "Krish!", I  kept calling.

He opened his eyes slowly and smiled looking at my face, "Finally, you're awake. I was trying to wake you up, for the past five minutes. Now, get up! Good morning!", but he was keen on admiring her.