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'Hmmm...'
'This incident has delayed your plans, hasn't it? I am sorry...'
'It wasn't your fault, Sahiba...'
Heera gazed down at her lap. 'You must think I'm accident prone'
She paused, expecting him to reassure her with an alternative answer.
But, he didn't.
She HAD to turn around and face him - even if it meant stepping down from the game. Even if it meant he would be able to see her expressions of awe, while she saw nothing.
Alas. The chuckle was only short-lived. It was gone by the time she'd turned around. But she could tell he was still amused. Maybe he was clamping the right corner of his lower lip now. Or maybe he was staring straight ahead, sporting that smug air of confidence. Oh how the mischief-monger in her wished to have seen all of it for herself - prepared to ignore the fact that it was her sorry predicament that had him amused in the first place.
His eyes stayed on the paths ahead - after all, he could not afford to be distracted by the sight of her head coiled against his chest. Or dwell on the sensations born from his woman unwittingly brushing against the sensitive spots on his midriff. But he WAS celebrating with an invisible smile.
Of course, she wasn't wholly aware of what was happening - fatigue had taken over. But there had to be a small part of her that was aware of what was happening, and allowing it to happen.
Originally posted by: harshu27'Hmmm...'
'This incident has delayed your plans, hasn't it? I am sorry...'
'It wasn't your fault, Sahiba...'
Heera gazed down at her lap. 'You must think I'm accident prone'
She paused, expecting him to reassure her with an alternative answer.
But, he didn't.
She HAD to turn around and face him - even if it meant stepping down from the game. Even if it meant he would be able to see her expressions of awe, while she saw nothing.
Alas. The chuckle was only short-lived. It was gone by the time she'd turned around. But she could tell he was still amused. Maybe he was clamping the right corner of his lower lip now. Or maybe he was staring straight ahead, sporting that smug air of confidence. Oh how the mischief-monger in her wished to have seen all of it for herself - prepared to ignore the fact that it was her sorry predicament that had him amused in the first place.
His eyes stayed on the paths ahead - after all, he could not afford to be distracted by the sight of her head coiled against his chest. Or dwell on the sensations born from his woman unwittingly brushing against the sensitive spots on his midriff. But he WAS celebrating with an invisible smile.
Of course, she wasn't wholly aware of what was happening - fatigue had taken over. But there had to be a small part of her that was aware of what was happening, and allowing it to happen.
Originally posted by: harshu27tried to post d musings 😆 thou xpressions r not perfct...bt...😛
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