Alluring.
Like a beautiful sunset's glow.
With eyes that are deep as ocean,
And a man like me, ready to drown,
Until my last breath.
That's how she's looking.
"So tell me, Siya." I murmur, tracing my finger across her temple. The need to keep touching her is insane. She looks up settling her eyes on me, and I inhale deeply.
The way she looks at me is so adorable yet tempting. Tracing the rose steam right above her ear, I ask "Can I tuck a rose behind your ear in the name of my haq?"
Her eyes never leave mine as she gives me a subtle nod, and my heart fluttered. A smile was on my lips as I gently tuck the rose behind her ear, making her looks even more enchanting.
A faint shade of crimson covers her cheeks, her eyes sparkle a little more. This time I can't stop myself and lightly feather my finger on her cheek, brushing few a strands away from her face.
The way her lipstick is smudged reminds me of the kiss; it was a sudden, eager feeling to taste them. They taste sweet, pure and addictive and so fucking like mine.
I traced my thumb over the corner of her lips, wiping away the smudged lipstick. Her breath hitched for a second but then, her eyes went down on my chest and they become normal.
My eyes lowers until I could look in her hazel eyes and I was done at that moment. The blush around her cheeks were deepen, a darker shade of crimson. "You look ethereal, Siya." I mumble in soft tone.
A soft chuckle escapes me when I notice her biting her inner cheek before she say, trying to deflect the topic, "Chalein? Sab wait kar rahein honge."
I hummed in response and place both hands on either side of her head just to see her shy reaction, "Karne do." The nonchalance in my tone made her look up at me with frowning brows.
"Veer, chalo na." Her voice lowers almost like a whisper, and sensing her nervousness I step back to a breathable distance. Her steps were unsteady as she walked towards the main area.
Meanwhile I walk slow just behind her but I called her out, "Siya," an unease ache settles in my chest piercing with a hint of something I don't want to name but it was similar to guilt.
She turned, her eyes locking with mine. "Hmm?" A soft 'hmm,' and my heart starts to pound intensely. The thought of her being uncomfortable with the kiss is unsettling.
I lick my lips before taking a step forward, "Are you uncomfortable that I kissed you? I mean what I did was β" my words die in my throat as I watch her shake her head hesitantly in denial.
"I- It's not the first time we had kisβ" She stammered then subtly gave her head a shake as if too shy to talk about it. "Chalo." That's all she mumble before turning around.
My steps were quick as I catch up on her, Turing my face towards her I ask, "So we're good?" My heart thumping loudly in my ears as the crowded stage comes in my vision, I still wait for her response.
But instead of answering she holds the hem of my sleeve, unknowingly tugging at the string of my heart. The hazel eyes glistened in the warm lights or maybe it was just her eyes. Which glows brighter every time I look into them.
"We're good." Her soft voice echoes in the midst of crowd where the guests were looking at us, murmuring sweet talks to each other. I slid my hand down and intertwined our fingers, approaching the stage.
"What took you so long, bhai?" Ahaan queried, raising a brow in suspiciousness. As if we're not husband and wife but some teenage couple who caught sneaking around by a family member.
I feel Siya's grip on my hand tightens probably feeling nervous, that's her part time thingβ to be nervous. Which is adorable, but only when I make her nervous. Otherwise, it's fucking irritating.
"That's something personal, so why don't you go and do something else like taking care of something?" I retort, refereeing the 'something' as to take care of the photos of me kissing Siya.
Though I won't mind having those pictures all over the world but Siya seemed a bit anxious about it. So, I would take care of it, oh Ahaan will take care of it.
He shrugged, "should've given a little thought before doing it. By the way you're looking beautiful bhabhi, you're totally outshining bhaiya." His eyes narrows to me, "Not that he ever shinned."
Because I'm not a fucking glow stick?
With Siya, it's a different case.
"Just go before I tell Chacha that you were in New York instead of attending the cooperate meeting in Paris." His mouth falls open and I smirk. He did tell me he would be in New York, but I was too occupied with other thoughts to remember this meeting.
Throwing pleading glances at me he walked away and just in time Eklavya comes with his wife. "It's nice to meet you Mrs.Oberoi." He greet, extending his arm to shake hands.
I look at her confusing stare, a smile touching my lips. "He's Eklavya Singh Roy, my business partner." I tell her and before I could introduce the lady beside him, he cuts me off. "This is Zoya, my wife."
"Hi, it's-it's nice to meet you, congratulations." Her voice crackled with nervously. Siya's expressions softens with a pretty smile,
"Thank you, I'm Siya. It's lovely to meet you." Zoya glances at Eklavya before turning towards Siya. Eklavya watches her as she talks to my wife, some uncertainty glints in his eyes as watches her.
My gaze settles on Siya, admiring her. Sometimes it still feels like the old days when I only got to see her at public events. I rarely invaded her privacy just to have a glance of her.
Back then in those events, I kept my eyes on her. Always watching from afar never got a chance to be close to her. But now I'm becoming a shameless man who does nothing just stare at his wife.
"Geez, she's your wife now stop staring at her like that." My eyes snapped to Eklavya. The person who was himself staring at his wife is accusing me for staring at my wife.
The irony.
I take a quick glance at Siya before facing him, "like what?" I asked. Do I stare like a creep? But I was just admiring her.
"Like she is the reason your heart beats."Β Isn't it true?
Instead of saying something I left out a soft chuckle. "What about you? Aren't you looking at your wife?" I asked, his smile flattered.
"I'm just making sure she's okay." He reasoned after a long silence.
He then diverts the topic, discussing office work. Few minutes later, his wife, Zoya holds his arm gently whispering something into his ear. He politely excused himself with his wife.
I turn to Siya, finding her fixing her lipstick. A smirk gliding on my lips, but before I could say something, Maa and Papa came, telling us to start the reception ceremony.
We cut the cake together, feeding each other the first bites. The cake was of her choice; chocolate vanilla. Then we get on the stage for a short couple dance.
Keeping the reception concise, we get on stage for photo session after dinner. It was decorated with white, pink and many different colours of roses.
The guest kept coming and wishing us and took pictures with us. After for what I feel more than an hour, I stare at the guests which are yet to greet us.
My eyes turn to my wife and found her staring at the line of guests and her hazel eyes widened slightly then slowly closes as if she's regaining some strength to deal with them.
An old man and his wife stepped up on the stage, a stick in his hand and his wife holds his arm for support. They walk to us with a smile on their faces, warmth and love was clearly evident in their eyes.
I glance at Siya, my wife, with whom I'm wishing to grow old and be in love so immensely. Her eyes struck at the couple, and her head slowly leaning towards me making my breathes to quicken.
Leisurely, her head leans until it's resting upon my shoulder. My chest flutters at her gesture, it somehow rose heat up to my face. The feeling of her against me like this feels way more intimate than ever.
As if she's relaying some trust on me with a simple gesture. And hope tingles inside me prompting a small smile on my lips. I look down to control it but fails miserably, the way she's resting head makes her so adorable.
God, will I ever stop calling her adorable?
The couple stood behind us for the photo, they both kept their palms over our heads, I tired hard to not smile too much when the photographer clicked the button. But I knew a smile was still there.
When they stepped down, I lean towards Siya, "Are you tired?" I asked, my breath fans her forehead and the sweet vanilla scent envelopes my senses.
She nods gently with a low hmm, her hands were playing with her pallu. "Should we stop it then?" I suggest because if she's tired there's no point of holding reception this long. We can just have dinner and rest.
Her head snaps up until our foreheads are an inch apart, her eyes narrowing. "We can't stop the reception in the middle β" before she could say anything I cut her off, "We can, just say a word." My voice was soft almost like a plea.
She shook her head in denial, "No, it's okay. It's about to end I guess." Saying this she looks forward and exhales softly as a couple walks towards us.
The smile was plastered on my face throughout the whole photo session because her head was on my shoulder. She only straightens when it's time to click pictures otherwise she was leaning on me. And I loved the very second of it.
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"So, are you both going to shift in your penthouse?" Papa asked, keeping the newspaper down on the dining table β he mostly reads the newspaper at lunchtime. and looks up to stare at me.
It's been three days since the reception and yesterday morning, Papa saw me talking to the servants, telling them to clean up the penthouse and restock the kitchen groceries.
Shifting wasn't on my list, but we had talked about it beforeβafter one month, we will shift into my penthouse.
I glance at my wife to my right, who was already staring at me. Her hazel orbs flicker around the other members, then settle back on me, nervousness flickering in her eyes.
"Yes." I said and instantly Ahaan whined dramatically, catching everyone's attention at the table.
"Haw, you're leaving me bhaiya!" He makes an innocent face but fails miserably. He was so lucky to sit on the other side of Siya because abhi tak kaan khich diye hote maine iske.
"As if you won't survive without my daily dose of awesomeness." I mocked him with a sweet smile on my lips.
Ahaan opens his mouth probably to say something stupid but then he nods, "Point."
"Well if that's what you two want then so it be." Papa said, offering a reassuring smile to me which I mirror back.
"But don't forget to come here on weekends or else I'll come over there." maa warns making papa laugh along with chacha and chachi.
I nodded, but her eyes were fixed on Siya. "Okay, Siya beta?" she asked, and the flushed Siya nodded her head. "Thik hain." She kept her eyes down through out the breakfast.
I was about to leave the table after everyone left but maa stopped me, "Did something happened with Siya? She seemed quiet. Did you something? Veer agar tune kuch kiya hain to bata de varan khair nahi."
My lips part in disbelief as I hold her shoulders and reassure her, "Maine kuch nahi kiya maa." Except for a kiss.
She gave me side eye asking "pakka?" And I roll my eyes, "Haan pakka. If you don't trust me then go ask her." I try to sound nonchalant.
After a few more questions, she finally leaves me. And I walk up to my room only to find Siya struggling to her suitcase up from the cabinet. She was standing on her toes on a small stool.
Today she looked different in the light green suit.
"Looks like someone needs help." I murmur walking inside the closet. My eyes roaming around with a knowing smile on my face.
"Toh kar do fir help, I can't reach this up." she said pointing at her suitcase. Which was surely way too up for her height.
Walking towards her, I hold her hand and help her to step down,I grabbed the suitcase and placed it on the floor. Taking her suitcase and she starts to fill it with her clothes.
the sarees which I've been seeing her wear in the initial days of our marriage, the suit she wears everyday and few dresses which is yet to get on her body.
Walking out of closet, I pack some of my essentials in a small bag. After half an hour she emerged from the closet, seeming done with her stuff.
"Am I missing something?" She mumble adorably, pushing her lips into a small pout as she looks around the room rummaging for anything she might have forgotten to pack.
She did forget something,
Mera dil.
I shake my head internally as I walk to her, "You surely do forgetting something." I said nodding my head while looking around. "What?" She snapped her face towards me, her eyes squinting as if she's thinking hard.
"Why don't you find it yourself." I shrug my shoulders and walk over the full frame mirror on the closet. She follow me, placing both her hands on her waist, "Veer, Bata bhi do." She requested.
I turn and cross my arms over my chest, "Your slippers which aren't wearing right now." I said simply noticing how she's roaming bare feet around the room.
She looks down at her feet and oh escaped her. Looking around she tries to find her slippers, and finally found them underneath the bed.
After loading all of her suitcases in the car, we bid bye to maa and papa. And in half hour we reached my penthouse.
I showed her the every part of the house, eager to see the chances she'll bring to it to make it like a home with memories. Which I'm hoping will consist some love in it.
"By the way I've asked Ivan to drop Bruno here." She said leaning against the counter, fingers playing with the dupatta.
"He should be here any minute now." A smile was on her lips while talking about it. And I've never seen a person that happy while talking about their pet.
Even I don't smile like that while talking about Bella.
The bell rings and I open the door. Bruno storms inside and went straight to Siya, clinging on her to lick her hands and face.
My grip on the door handle firmed, never in my life I thought I'd never be jealous of a fucking dog.
But here we are. And it's just the starting.
"Aww, did you miss me?" She asks. He barks making her giggle. Is it really that easy to make her giggle like this? Just bark?
"Um, Sir," a unfazed voice came, I turn to look at the blue eyed guyβ Ivan. Whom I had forgotten since that Bruno was latching onto my wife.
My eyes drift down on his hand as he extend it towards me, holding a bag full of toys. Taking it I offer a polite smile though behind me I could listen her soft giggles.
"Thank you for dropping him here." Ivan nods and fixes his glasses, "I'll leave then, have a good evening." Saying this he leaves.
I close the door with a soft click and turn, Siya was on her knees now playing with Bruno. When I catch a glimpse of Bella coming out from my room probably waken up from her sleep.
Everything happened so fast that I couldn't describe how Bella runs to Bruno the second she saw him, her steps were careful. I think it's time to witness a world warβ a pets war.
Siya stood up as her eyes meets mine before drifting towards Bella, she makes an effort to lift her up presumably to take her away from Bruno.
"Belle, come here." I called her out but she didn't listen rather she goes towards Bruno, who was now looking curiously at her, tilting his head left to right. His eyes widening.
All of a sudden Bella jumped on him, throwing her small claws. The scene looked so chaotic when Bruno starts to run away from her, but Bella being Bella she runs after him and the next moment something shatter.
The glass flower vase broke down near where Siya was standing. I marched towards her when I saw slight panic in her eyes as she watch Bruno almost stepping on the glass.
"Bruβ" her words disrupt when I hold her wrist to made her step back and then lifts her off the floor before making her sit on the kitchen counter. Her breath hitched and mine deepened.
"Ease up, Jaan, would you? What if you had stepped on the broken glasses?" My hands flex on the either side of her waist on the counter, if she had stepped on the broken shards of glasses I would have had an heart attack by now.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as if she's out of breath. Hazel eyes flicker towards the dog once before settling on me β lashes dipped, crimson flushedcheeks, rhythmic thumping of heart.
She's so fucking beautiful.
"He would have been hurt." Her voice was low and soft like a melody. I lean keeping my eyes locked with hers.
"Aur tumhe kuch ho jata toh?" I asked stopping at breathable distance between our faces, genuine concern in my voice. She gives her head a shake, "Aisa kuch nahi hota, if your little devil hadn't scared off my baby."
I raise a brow at her baby word and bite inside of my cheek, stopping myself from chuckling though I was jealous that she called him baby β her baby to be precise. Wasn't it supposed to be my nickname someday?
"Careful you're calling my baby a little devil." I remarked, her eyes narrowing.
"Because she is and make her play nice with Bruno. No scratches on him." She said taking a quick glance on Bruno.
"And what if Bruno hurt belle?" I asked knowing fully golden retrievers can't even hurt a fly let alone hurting belle. Who is always ready to use her claws.
A small pout forms on her lips, brows squinting in thinking. "Then I'll scold him." She murmured and I chuckle.
"What are you, his mom?" I joked.
"You also called Bella, my baby. Does that make you her dad?" she retorted.
I inhale deeply, "Hm, I'm married to you does that make me Bruno's dad?" Her face flushed, then she huffed softly shaking her head, "you're impossible."
I grasp her waist when she tried to step down from the counter, her lips nearly touched my cheek at the sudden move as her body lightly jerked backwards.
My right hand went lower until it grazes her ankle. I lean forward which made her instinctively lean back, her breath hitched. I touch her bare toes, "Where are your slippers, Siya?"
Her lips thinned in a line, "In my suitcase." she answered, her toes curl when I run my hand on her feet. I hummed, tracing circles on her bare heel.
I stare at her for a few peaceful minutes, taking in her beauty. Telling myself β fuck that, chanting it like a mantra that she's going to be the death of me.
Slowly, unwantedly I let go of her foot, "Go and grab them." she nibble on her bottom lip as I take a step back. Sliding off the counter, she carefully goes inside the room.
My eyes turn towards the troublemakers, who were somehow now sitting comfortably on the couch. But as far as possible from each other. Throwing threat full glares.
I sigh and bend to collect the shards of glasses. Once I was done, I cleaned the area with a broom. Making sure nothing harmful remains. In between Siya emerged from the room wearing the pink slippers I asked maa to buy for her.
She quietly sits on the couch but her eyes roam everywhere. Like a curious cat trying to explore every corner. Her gaze settles on the kitchen counter for a second before faces to her front.
I lean against the counter, folding my hands over my chest, staring her intently. This was her second time here; the first was when she was drunk and the second was now.
Her body dips lower on the couch and the light of phone screen turns on. Bruno snuggles closer to her, prompting an aww from her. And I swear to god that dog is so clingy.
Curiosity builds inside me as she keeps scrolling her phone urging me to peek a look because in every few seconds she shows the screen to Bruno. I push off the wall and walk towards her.
Resting my forearms on the either side of her from behind the couch, I lean to look at the screen from the top. I huffed softly and snatched her phone as I saw her going through some food app.
Does she really thought I'm letting her have that oily food from local stores? That's unhealthy.
"Whaβ Veer! Kya kar rahein ho?" She asked as I hold the phone up in my hand. She stood on her knees on the couch and faces me, hands on hips, eyes narrows down with confusing stare.
Still holding the phone up I tower over her, "Kya lagta hain?" she looks up at her phone then back at me, "Chori."
"Sacchi?" I asked in amusement. And she nodded her head. So I'm a chor now but I haven't even steal her heart yet.
Well it's the other way around. She stole my heart, she's the real thief here.
"Then I'll surrender." I say handing her the phone back only to caught her wrist in middle. "And why don't you sit here while I make the dinner?" I suggest, feeling her pulse beneath my touch.
Her eyes widened, "You'll make the dinner?" I made an unpleasant face, "Are you doubting my cooking skills, Mrs.Oberoi?" I asked, my eyes lowers to her lips as she nibs on it softly.
"Hmm." the subtle nod of her compels me to take her hand which I've been holding on my chest, over my heart. "That's rude, Siya. You haven't even tried the food I'm going to cook." My voice soft but in a teasing manner.
Suddenly, Bella attempts to climb on the back of the couch, digging her nails into the fabric for firm grip. "See, she's trying to console me." I tip my head towards her.
Siya fisted her hand on my shirt when Bella uses her body to climb up, looking down at her in anger she muttered. "Little devil."
but her eyes soften when she looks up at me, "See, she's hurting me." she tells me with an adorable complaining face.
I chuckle and wrap my arms around her lower waist, pulling her closer. "Now she won't." I murmur, my voice soft prompting a gasp from her.
"You can't hold me like this all the time."
Try me.
A low grumble sound came making her shriek, her hands tightens on my shirt before she took a deep breath. I look at Bruno then at her, "See, He's scaring me." I mirror her words from before.
She nibbles on her inner cheek, and when I thought she would pull away she cover my ears with her palms, "Now he won't scare you." She lift her shoulders in a gentle shrug.
My grip tightens on her waist before I drop my arms because if I stay one more second in this position with this proximity I might just kiss her again.
"So, Mrs Oberoi, sit here and till I make dinner okay." I tell her and she nods.
Getting into the kitchen I starts to paneer as I got to know it's her favourite. It took me almost an hour plus the time I spend staring at her, watching her playing with Bruno and Bella.
I was stirring the paneer when I feel her presence close, I look up and found her standing a couple of steps away. Curiousness in her eyes, hands behind her back and absentmindedly drawing circles with her toes on floor.
Smiling to myself, I continue to stir it a bit, that's when she steps forward. Trying to peek, without even acknowledging how close are we.
The air mingles in between us, sweet and vanilla. Hazel orbs widened in anticipation, my heartbeats quickens.
A soft chuckle escapes me when I knock our foreheads playfully, prompting a gasp from her. "Go and sit," I tell her but she shake her head.
"I'll help you." There was a slight determination in her voice. Leaning against the counter, I add "I don't need your help." but my wife didn't listen a single word and took the roller.
"I can make gol rotis." I doubt.
When I didn't said anything, she huffed and begun to make a roti. I watch her intently, how she remake the roti again and again. Surely, she was surviving with zero surviving skills.
Her messy strands falls on her face and she swept it away with the back of her hand. Unaware that in the process some flour got on her cheek. Taking a deep breath, I grab her wrist.
"You sure know how to make gol rotis, Mrs.Oberoi." I dust off the flour from her face then gently cups it, "but can I do the rest of the work?" I said in soft voice almost like a whisper.
Her brows bunched up, "but I want to help." I smile and ruffles her hair, "You can help me by sitting on the couch." I tell her when she glares for mussing her hairs.
"Veer, you can't keep messing my hairs." She complaint.
"But I think you look cute in messy hairs especially when I do it." I shrugged, and fixes her hair back on its place because she was throwing daggers at me with her pretty eyes.
"Pata bhi hain kitna time lagta hai inhe bnane mein?" She huffs, I shook my head in denial. "But I know how much it takes to mess them." I murmured backing her against the counter.
Placing my hands on the either side of her, I said "Will you be a good wife and sit there?" Crimson paints her cheeks and she bite downs on her bottom lip shyly.
A beat passed and she stayed silent, "Will you Siya?" I asked again my tone husked this time. Slowly and hesitantly she nod her head adorably looking anywhere but me.
I smile softly, I think I will be using the term my wife often from now on. Just to see her flushed.
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Pressing the code, I enter inside home feeling extremely exhausted. The whole day at office, I've been trying to concentrate on work but I couldn't.
Belle was the first one who welcomed me with her usual attacks. Next was Bruno, who wagged his tail upon seeing me but didn't stand up from the couch. Lazy dog.
My eyes went up to the wall clock to see the time, 9:30pm. Is she not home yet? Because it's been five minutes and I haven't seen a single trace of her. Slight panic rising in me.
But then she came out of her room wearing a black sweatpants and β my heart skipped a beat. And my t-shirt. Silently walking in the kitchen and as if she sensed my gaze on her, she looked up and a smile forming on her lips.
"You're late." she said filling a glass of water and brought it to me. Taking a sip of water, I smirk "why did you missed me?"
"Mein kyu miss karungi aapko." she retort, taking the glass from my hands and place it on the counter. Slight annoyance in her eyes but I didn't miss the blush which was now on her cheeks.
Walking past me, she snuggles beside Bruno. That clingy creature instantly lays his head on her lap. Resisting the urge of going there and sit between them was too high but I didn't.
Instead I go and changed into comfortable clothes and then I strolled towards them, sitting on the other side of her. The air grew warmer when her shoulder brushed against mine.
I clear my throat to get attention, "Let's watch TV." I said searching for the remote. I check the usual places, under the couch, near belle's bed and finally found it stuffed between the couch cushions.
Siya frowns, "What about dinner?" She turns fully to face me, "You haven't eat anything since lunch right?" She asks, concern lacing in her voice.
I shook my head gently, "Vo bhad mein kha lenge abhi bhookh nahi hain but if you're hungry I can cook the dinner now." My hand rests on the back of the couch, itching to touch her shoulder.
She thinks for a moment then nods, "Okay, let's watch movie." But I would rather watch you.
I shuffle through a few movies on Netflix. "What genre do you like to watch?" She asked when I couldn't find a suitable movie.
"Thriller and horror." I said, searching it on the search bar but she snatched the remote, a cute pout forming on her lips and eyes narrowing. Accusing me silently as if I was about to commit a crime.
"Thriller maybe but horror never. Okay?" She asked or more precisely telling me. Her fingers fumble on the buttons trying to write something on search bar.
"If you miss the fun then what will you watch?" I murmur lazily dropping my head back on the couch, staring at her.
She shrugged, "Romcoms." I smile to myself, of-course she likes romantic comedies. She folds her legs on the couch sitting in more comfortable position.
"I think we should watch a romcom. Chennai express dekhi hain aapne?" she queried, her finger hovering on the play button. I shook my head, resisting the heat which crept up to my face.
I love when she calls me 'aap'.
A subtle smile formed on her lips as she played the movie, her head resting on the couch just like mine.
Eyes on the screen, hair waving in soft air with a scent of mint and vanilla. That's when I realised her hair was dampened from shower.
I tired to watch the movie but my eyes burned with the lack of sleep so I keep my eyes on my wife, watching her adorable reaction and listening the soft giggles.
I jerked awake from my sleep, lazily taking a look at my surrounding. The living room. I checked the time, 3:50am. The sleep. My eyes turned to the TV, a Spanish movie was playing. The movie.
I feel a soreness in my right arm, as if something heavy had been resting on it for a long time. But when I look, I found my wife asleep, her hands wrapped around my forearm using it as a pillow.
I sigh in relief after a long day. I'm finally able to sleep with her in my arms. I would have never realised that I've adapted this habbit of sleeping with her against me.
Last night after dinner we both stopped before entering the room, there was a sudden shock and realisation on her face. That there would be no need to sleep together on a single bed now.
The way my heart raced intensely when she whispered good night to me and went inside my room send shivers down my spine.
That was the first day after a month that we couldn't sleep together as we had grown the habit by now.
Maybe that is the reason I couldn't sleep last night, the number of sides I've changed was frustrating.
I inhale a deep breath and made her head lay on my lap, gently I tuck the loose strands behind be ear. Clicking a mental picture of her sleeping form.
Once she was comfortable enough to lie like that, I smiled and pulled her even closer. My eyes falls closed in their own in anticipation of sleeping. The fresh mint invades my senses taking over me again.
I think I love having her in my arms.
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