Chapter 5

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
I’m seeing visions, am I bad? 
Or mad? Or wise? 
What if he’s written mine on my upper thigh 
Only in my mind? 
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"Tried to call you to feel you close, from a runway in Tokyo…” 
I was belting out the lyrics along the music I was playing while whisking the cake batter. The lights were low as it was almost 2 at night.
“Perfect!” 
I said as I dipped in a finger to taste it. 
Suddenly I felt two arms snaking around my waist. Even before I felt his touch I knew who it was just by the smell of his signature cologne still lingering onto him. Sweet earthy smell with a mix of amber and leather. 
“But I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down…”
He whispered the lyrics in my ears in that heavenly accent as he nuzzled my neck making me tickle. One of his hand which was around my waist slipped lower playing with the hem of the long T shirt I was wearing while simultaneously tracing my upper thigh with the back of his hand. 
Since I was wearing only that T shirt and underwear.
“Raahil!” 
I said, biting my lips to hold my giggles. He didn’t stop and simply hummed in response. 
I lightly elbowed him and turned around. He didn’t give much room though, as I turned, we were standing close with his arm back to it’s favourite place, around my waist.
“I’m making a cake, wanna taste?” 
I dipped my finger in the bowl and held it close to his mouth.
He held my hand but my fingers never made it to his lips, instead he pushed the finger towards my lips and smeared the batter all over it like a lipstick. 
Before I could even open my mouth to question him, he leaned down and crashed his lips with mine.
My arms held the counter to hold myself because I couldn’t trust my knees to hold me upright. Not when he was kissing me like that.
I could feel his tongue licking my lips and opened my mouth. The moment I did, I tasted the sweetness from his tongue.
He pulled back a little, mouth still close enough that I could feel his lips brush against mine as he said, “Too sweet.”
He again captured my lips with his. He tapped on the side of my thighs silently asking me to jump and I did. I wrapped my legs around him as he sat me down on the kitchen counter. 
The only sound that could be heard was of the music and our breaths.
I was so lost kissing him and I didn’t feel it when he moved his hand inside my shirt. But I gasped when I felt his cold hand on my bare waist.