Zoya

I sat at my desk in my cabin, the quiet hum of the office a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind.

Papers and documents lay scattered before me, but they blurred together, indistinguishable from the haze of memories from last night.

I chewed on the end of my pen, trying to focus, but my mind kept slipping away, back to the kitchen...back to our bedroom....to the shower in the morning..... back to Aditya.

The memory of his touch was like a ghost, haunting me, tantalizingly vivid.

I could still feel his hands on my hips, pulling me closer, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered my name.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the memory wash over me. My heart raced, my skin tingling with the phantom sensation of his lips trailing down my body.

The woman who had once been afraid of touch, who had flinched at the slightest brush of skin, was now craving it....I was craving him.

Aditya had broken down my walls, made me fall in love with the way he touched me. It wasn't just about the physical sensation; it was the way he made me feel cherished, desired.... and worshipped.

He kisses me like he couldn’t stop himself, like he’d go crazy if he did, and I loved knowing that I was the muse of his desperation, his deepest desires.

I opened my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering desire. I had work to do, deadlines to meet, but all I could think about was the way he had pressed me against the kitchen counter, his eyes dark with hunger. The kitchen had never seemed like a place of passion before, but with Aditya, it had turned into our private haven.

His lips on mine, our breaths mingling, the way his hands had roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

I shifted in my seat, the soreness between my legs a constant reminder of our time together.

I tried to focus on the report in front of me, but my mind kept drifting back to the way he had looked at me, his gaze filled with a mix of desire...and passion.

He made me feel beautiful, powerful, and so, so wanted.

My phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me out of my reverie. I glanced at the screen, a smile tugging at my lips when I saw Aditya's name

'Hey shortcake!... Can't stop thinking about you.'
'Did you have lunch?'
'You better do....'

I bit my lip, feeling the familiar rush of excitement at his words. I quickly typed a reply.

'can't stop thinking about you either....'
'uugghh!!!! I wanna come to you...'
'I've called for lunch.... Don't worry, lovely boy.'

'Good girl.'

I plan to go back at his place tonight as well.

A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. I could already imagine his hands on me, his lips claiming mine with that insatiable hunger.

I set my phone down, my thoughts once again drifting back to last night.

The way he had lifted me onto the counter, his strength and need evident in every movement, had made me feel weightless, like I was floating. And then, the way he had devoured me, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my skin, had sent me spiraling into a world of pleasure I had never known existed.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I needed to focus, to get through the day, but it was a losing battle.

Aditya had awakened something in me, a hunger that seemed.... insatiable. I craved his touch, his kiss, the way he made me feel alive.

The memory of his hands gripping my thighs, his body pressed against mine, was too much to bear.

Aditya had changed me, made me fall in love with touch, with him. And now, there was no turning back. I was obsessed, consumed by a desire that only he could fulfill.

And as much as I tried to focus on my work, I knew that my mind would always drift back to him, to us, to the passion that burned between us like a fire that could never be extinguished.

The cursor blinked impatiently,...the spreadsheet waiting for me...anything, but my mind was miles away, lost in the intoxicating memory of Aditya.

We had stumbled into the shower together, our bodies already heated from the anticipation of what was to come. I had been running late, but Aditya had refused to let me go.

The water cascaded around us, but it did nothing to cool the burning desire between us.

"Adi... I have a meeting..." I had managed to say, my voice barely more than a whisper as Aditya's hands roamed over my wet skin, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Mhm..." he murmured, his lips never leaving my neck. He was hugging me from behind, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my belly.

I could feel his breath hot against my ear, his mouth busy sucking at the sensitive skin of my neck.

"What 'mhm'...? I'll be late like this..." I protested weakly....though my resolve was quickly melting under his touch.

My words lacked conviction, and I knew he could feel my body responding to him.

"Go then... Who's stopping you?" He said, his voice was low and teasing.

With a sudden, gentle force, he made me turn to face him, and I found myself pressed against his chest.

Our bare skins touched with such desperate intimacy that it took my breath away.

"Adi..." I tried again, but the urgency in my voice had dissipated, replaced by a growing need. His hands slid up my back, fingers threading through my wet hair as he captured my lips in a slow, hungry kiss.

His touch was intoxicating, his lips moving with a passionate intensity that made my head spin.

I could feel his heart pounding against mine, a wild, erratic rhythm that matched the frantic beat of my own.

I knew the heat of his body.....the way he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

"I don't want to let you go," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. "Not yet."

My hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as if I were afraid he might disappear. "Adi... we really need to stop..."

"Just a little longer," he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone. "Just a few more minutes..."

His words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I knew I was losing the battle.

The logical part of my brain was screaming at me to pull away, to get out of the shower and get ready for work.

But the rest of me, the part that craved him with an intensity that scared me, couldn't let go.

"Aditya, I'm going to be so late..." I tried one last time, but even to my own ears, my voice sounded weak and unconvincing.

"I'll make it worth your while," he promised, his hands sliding down to my hips, pulling me even closer. "I promise."

With a resigned sigh, I gave in, letting him guide me, letting him take control.

His mouth found my chest... I moaned his name with all the pent-up passion I had been trying to suppress. It was a wild, desperate call, full of longing and need.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me with a reverence that made me feel cherished, adored.

I could feel the tension building between us, the anticipation of what was to come. His touch was demanding, a perfect blend of tenderness and raw desire.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the water continued to cascade around us. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body arching into his as he continued to suck my skin with a ferocity that left me breathless.

With a sudden, deliberate movement, he took my hands and restrained my wrists at the small of my back. The sensation of being held captive, even in this gentle way, sent a thrilling jolt through my body.

"Adi..." I sighed, trying to free myself and touch him, but he didn't let me. His grip was firm yet tender...the perfect dominance.

"Just let me," he murmured against my skin, his voice a low growl that reverberated through me.

The combination of his words and the feel of his hands on me made my knees weak. I surrendered to his touch, my body melting into his as the water continued to pour down on us, heightening the sensations. His mouth traveled from my neck to my collarbone, each kiss leaving a trail of heat that made me shiver.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I could only nod, my voice failing me as his words sank in. The desire in his gaze was overwhelming.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, his tongue exploring my mouth with a passion that left me dizzy.

His mouth found its way back to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin lightly, making me shiver.... I felt his hand move between us, his fingers finding their way to my most sensitive spot. The sensation was exquisite, making me cry out as he teased me with a skill that left me gasping and crying with breathlessness and pleasure.

Finally, with a reluctant groan, Aditya pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "We should really get out of here," he said, his voice rough with need.

I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes... we should."

But even as we stepped out of the shower, his hands never left my body, his touch a constant reminder of the connection we shared.

"Will I see you tonight?" Aditya asked as he brought over breakfast.

I paused, meeting his gaze with a soft shake of my head.

"I'm staying at my place tonight," I replied gently.

"But-" His eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and disappointment. He hesitated, his lips parting as if to say something, but then he simply shrugged. "Never mind... I'll miss you," he said, his voice trailing off.

He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, lingering there just a moment longer than usual.

And as I hurried to get ready for my meeting, I knew that no matter where I went, no matter what I did, a part of me would always be with him, craving his touch, longing for his love.

Back in my office, I shook my head, trying to dispel the memory and focus on the task at hand.

But it was no use.

I knew he must be feeling a bit dejected; we couldn't go to the game last night, and tonight wasn’t looking any better. I couldn't shake the image of his sulking eyes when I told him that I wouldn’t be staying at his place.

The disappointment was evident ...his usually bright and playful gaze dimmed by a shadow of frustration and longing.

But I needed to get things packed. The lease on my flat was ending this month, and I had decided not to renew it. Why would I? I wanted to be with Adi all the time, to wake up next to him every morning and fall asleep in his arms every night.

The idea of not being with him, of spending nights apart when he was right here in the city, felt unbearable.

I couldn't imagine not having his warmth beside me, not feeling his lips on mine, not hearing him whisper my name in that way that made my heart race.

Yet, there was so much to do. I needed to work efficiently to save some time for packing and moving.

The trip and Dhara's wedding had already taken up many of my leaves.

Balancing everything was proving to be a challenge, but I had to make it work. The thought of being separated from Aditya, even temporarily, was a driving force.

The idea of him not sleeping by my side, not kissing me senseless, not making me moan his name over and over...and over again—it was a torment I couldn’t bear.

He was making me addicted to him.  I craved the way his mouth moved against my skin, how his hands roamed my body with both tenderness and urgency, how his eyes darkened with desire whenever he looked at me. The way he made me feel was intoxicating, a heady mix of passion and tenderness that left me breathless and yearning for more.

The hot man who bumped into my car one day, was becoming my obsession.

Aditya had become my addiction.....my necessity.

The way he loved me—it was all-consuming. He had unlocked a part of me that I never knew existed, a part that yearned for his touch, his love, his everything.....I loved how every bit of me responded to him.

Aditya

As I stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for lunch, my mind was far from the task at hand.

The rhythmic motion of the knife on the cutting board was almost hypnotic, but it couldn't drown out the vivid memories that kept flooding my mind.

Memories of Zoya, her moans echoing in my ears... the way...the way she pulled me closer, her nails leaving deliciously sharp trails down my back.

I could still feel the heat of her body against mine, the way she moved with such urgency and passion.

Her voice, breathy and filled with need, haunted me.

"Adi...," she had whispered, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer....deeper.

My body responded to her every touch, every sigh, every gasp.

I had always known I had a high libido, but Zoya made it feel like an insatiable hunger.

She stirred something primal in me, something that made it nearly impossible to keep my hands off her.

Just thinking about her, the way she looked at me with those smoldering eyes, sent a jolt of desire through my body.

"Fuck.... she's so hot..," I muttered under my breath, trying to focus on the task in front of me. But it was....useless.

My mind kept wandering back to the way she felt, the way she tasted, the way she sounded when she was lost in the throes of passion.

The memory of her moans was like a siren's call, pulling me back into the dark depths.

I couldn't stop thinking about the way her body arched against mine, how she would gasp and writhe beneath me, her skin flushed with desire.

The way she would clutch at me, her nails digging into my back, urging me on, wanting more.

It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I craved it with an intensity that bordered on madness.

"It's so difficult to stay away from you, Zoya," I thought aloud, my voice barely a whisper in the empty kitchen.

I kept wishing for my shortcake to be here right now, but she was busy working.

The thought of her consumed me, making it soooo hard .... another bite shortcake..... I need another....

"This is...not good," I muttered under my breath.

My desires felt too dark, too intense for my soft and fragile Zoya.

She deserved gentle love, she deserved care—not the suppressed lewd darkness that simmered within me.

She had been so cautious of touch initially...., and I am worried that my relentless hunger might overwhelm her......No matter how much I liked that she craved it just as much as I did, I didn't want to scare her.

The last thing I wanted was.   to push her beyond what she was ready for.

But it was so hard.

Sooo damn hard.

Her scent, her presence, everything about her unleashed the untamed beast within me.

When she was near, my control slipped, and all I could think about was possessing her, touching her, making her mine in every possible way.....She had this power over me, a power that left me so desperate.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
Probably that was why she refused to come tonight.

Maybe she sensed the storm brewing within me, the intensity that I tried so hard to keep in check.....Maybe she was right to keep her distance, to give herself space.....But it hurt. It hurt knowing that I was too much for her, that my desires might push her to her limits....

I stared at the empty space beside me, longing for her presence, her touch, her laughter.

I wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to lose myself in her.... But I had to be careful.

I had to remember that she was still learning to embrace touch, still finding her comfort zone.

I tried to shake off the thoughts, to focus on something else, but..... She had become an obsession....the subject of all my desires.

And as much as I wanted to be with her, I had to respect her boundaries.

I had to control the darkness within me, to find a way to balance my intense desires with the gentle love she deserved.

I needed her. I needed her to understand that despite the intensity, my feelings for her were real, deep, and unwavering.

I wanted to show her that I could be gentle, that I could care for her in the way she needed.

But I also wanted her to know that my passion, my desire, was a part of who I was, a part of what made our connection so powerful.

I could do anything for her.... Anything.

Even if it meant taming my passion for her.

It was electrifying, the way she gasped when I restrained her wrists, her breath hitching in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

The sound was like a spark igniting a wildfire within me, a rush of heat that surged through my veins. Every bit of that moment was etched into my memory, a vivid reminder of the intense connection we shared.

Her eyes had widened, a blend of uncertainty and excitement swirling in their depths. I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingertips, the soft thud resonating through the delicate skin of her wrists. There was a raw, unspoken trust in the way she allowed herself to be vulnerable, to surrender to the intensity of our passion.

God, how I loved every bit of it.

Her skin..... so soft..., felt like silk beneath my hands as I held her, my grip firm yet tender. I could see the way her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. The sight of her, so open and willing, sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.

"Adi..." she had sighed, her voice a soft plea that tugged at my heartstrings. She tried to free herself, to touch me, but I didn't let her. I wanted to savor this moment, to relish the power and the trust she placed in me.

My lips had moved to her neck, kissing and nibbling along the delicate curve, eliciting a series of delicious moans from her. Each sound she made was like music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure that spurred me on. I could feel the tension in her body, the way she arched into me, seeking more of the sensations I was giving her.

Her fingers had clenched and unclenched in the air, her need to touch me evident in every twitch of her hands. It was intoxicating....knowing how much she wanted me, how much she trusted me to take her to the edge and bring her back safely.

She had ruined me.

I couldn't even imagine if any other woman has ever made me feel this way..... She's all my fantasies....all my desires.

I turned off the stove and leaned against the counter, closing my eyes for a moment.

The images in my mind played like a movie on repeat—Zoya's lips parting in a silent gasp, the way her body trembled under my touch, the sound of her voice pleading for more.

I could feel my body reacting, the familiar heat pooling in my core.

"Damn it," I cursed again, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

How was I supposed to focus on anything when all I could think about was her?

I needed to get a grip, to find some semblance of control.

But how could I, when every fiber of my being screamed for her?

I tried to distract myself by setting the table, but it was no use. The ghost of her touch lingered on my skin, her scent still clung to the air, and her voice echoed in my mind.

I was hopelessly, irrevocably lost in her.

As much as I struggled to control my desire, the truth was, I didn't want to.

I wanted to be consumed by her, to lose myself in her completely.

She'd  made a mess of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

With a sigh, I picked up my plate and sat down to eat, but even as I took the first bite, my mind was already wandering back to her.

The taste of the food was nothing compared to the memory of her lips, her skin, her moans. As I chewed mechanically, my mind was awash with the sensations of our morning together, far more intoxicating than any meal.

When I told her I wanted to fill our lives with love in our home, I didn't fully comprehend the danger her presence posed to my self-control. Her moans, her touch—they were a heady mix that constantly threatened to unravel me.

Moving in together had been a swift decision, perhaps too swift. Yet, it was one we both felt we needed. The distance between us, even for a single night, had become unbearable. I wanted her with me, always.

But now, as I stood in the kitchen, the echoes of our passion reverberating through me, I realized the full extent of what living together entailed.

Her presence was a constant temptation, a perpetual test of my restraint. Every glance, every brush of her skin, was enough to set my pulse racing.

I was intoxicated by her, addicted to the feel of her, the taste of her. And as much as I tried to contain it, my desire for her threatened to overflow at every moment.

Yet, despite the danger, I knew that moving in together was the right decision.

We needed each other.

The nights spent apart were filled with a gnawing ache, a hollow emptiness that only her presence could fill.

I craved her warmth beside me, her laughter, her love. And even though it was difficult—so damn difficult—to keep my darker urges in check, I couldn't imagine my life without her.

And I knew, without a doubt, that I was utterly, hopelessly addicted to Zoya.

Around 7 in the evening, I was in my study, immersed in a book, when the doorbell rang.

It was surprising because I usually didn't have unannounced visitors... But when I opened the door, my heart skipped a beat or two..

"Hiii Adii!!!" Zoya leaped into my arms, wrapping me in a desperate hug.

"Oh god!... I missed you..." I swung my shortcake inside, her hug exhilarating and infectious.

"Gosh.... How I love coming home to you..." She gasped softly, her lips brushing against my face... kissing me all over...as if she had been feeling the same ache of separation that I did.

"I thought.... You weren't coming tonight..." I confessed, still in shock and delight.

"I wasn't going to...but I couldn't help it, Adi..." She pulled my face towards hers and kissed me deeply.

An insatiable hunger enveloped us.

The way she groaned my name, that hungry sound, shattered all my resolve. My pep talk about control snapped like a thread.

I pressed her body into mine, returning the kiss with equal fervor. My palms caressed her deliciously curvy thighs through her pencil skirt.

Goodness, did I not absolutely love the way it hugged her beautiful curves.

But I hated it at the same time... It was restraining her.

Her palms slid under my T-shirt, her fingers doing magic on my torso.

I couldn't resist any longer.

I picked her up, tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to my bedroom.

"Adi?" She giggled, but my darkened eyes were stuck on her beautiful calves, the stilettos she wore, and the tattoo at her ankle.

Fucking hell, this woman was driving me insane.

I placed her down and adjusted her hair. "Stay here...get freshened up... I cannot have us late for dinner ....every day," I told her, my resolve wavering.

She pouted slightly, in what I wished to assume was disappointment. "Don't make those cute faces at me... I'll get you fresh towels," I told her and left for the laundry room.

When I came back, my brain was fogged.

Her skirt was off, her thicc legs bare under her baby-pink dress shirt.

"Thank you," she smiled at me, as if unaware of what she was doing.

I cleared my throat and handed her the towels.

"I thought we could be continuing where we left off...but it looks like you believe your mushrooms to be a priority..." She walked backwards, away from me, her fingers playing with the buttons of her shirt, undoing them slowly. "How sad is that.... I'd leave all my work to be with my hot hot... HOT boyfriend... But he won't even take a shower with me... Right, Adi?"

My breath hitched at the sight. "I'll do it..." My call was desperate as I rushed to her.

"Sorry?" She asked, feigning innocence.

"I'll...undo them..." My fingers reached for her shirt and undid the remaining buttons too.

Sliding it away from her torso, my eyes drank in the sight.

Zoya was a goddess... A literal goddess.

"Go check...what if your gravy is overcooked?" She pushed me away and went into the bathroom.

"The stove is off..." I ran behind her. "Trust me..."

She turned to me at the frame of the shower, taking her shirt off. "Take them off then..." She smirked, pointing at my clothes, her finger beckoning me closer.

And like the desperate man that I was, I obliged, rushing into her arms. "God..I'm so sorry...."

But before I could enter the shower, she locked the door behind her. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, her finger teasingly playing with the strap of her bra.

"Why don't you prepare the table for usthen? Dinner is important, Adi," she said, her voice a tantalizing mix of seduction and mischief.

"Zoya... don't do this to me... please... I'm sorry..." My voice was rough with desperation.  every fiber of my being straining towards her as my palm slammed on the glass frame...with a desperate attempt to reach her.

Her smirk widened as she slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder, revealing just enough to make my pulse race. "I'm serious, Adi...Go set the table. We can't be late for dinner every night."

My eyes were glued to her, drinking in the sight of her bare skin. "You're killing me, Zoya," I groaned, my hands clenching and unclenching in fists.

She raised an eyebrow, a challenging glint in her eyes. "Am I? Or am I just giving you a taste of your own medicine? ....That's your punishment for making me crave you all the time and then denying me when I come to you."

"I didn't... I did not deny you, Zoya. I'm not an idiot. Please... let me in."

Zoya turned away, shaking her head and her palm in denial, before reaching for the clasp of her bra.

Ugh! No... Don't do this to me.

My entire existence screamed for her mercy.

She quickly unlocked the shower frame, letting me in, and with one swift motion, I pinned her to the frame.

"You sure do love torturing me like this," I said, holding her by her shoulders.

Her palms held her bra to her chest as she batted those innocent eyes at me.

"What did I do? You're the one who enjoys teasing me."

"I see..." My lips nibbled her earlobe. "That's how it is."

She agreed in short nods.

"Aren't you too sexy being such a tease?"

"Stop talking, Adi... I know you missed me too," she sighed, kissing my neck.

Her lips were like fire, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

I groaned, the sound reverberating through the small space of the shower. My hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her skin against mine.

"Missed you doesn't even begin to cover it," I murmured against her lips before capturing them in a searing kiss.

I hands took her bra away, and I marveled at the perfection of her form...my hands roaming freely over her curves.

Zoya moaned into the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer.

I lifted her leg...slightly around my waist, pressing her core against me.

"Adi...," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

Her plea sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.

I pressed her against the cool glass, my lips traveling down her neck to her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin. "You drive me insane... you know that?" I said, my voice rough with need.

"Good," she breathed, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Because that's exactly how you make me feel."

My lips found her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.

Her back arched, pushing herself further into me, her moans music to my ears. My hands explored her familiar skin...like it was an unknown territory.

"Zoya," I whispered against her skin, "I can't get enough of you...."

Her response was a breathless moan, her hands roaming over my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

God I loved her cry when I claimed her yet again.

She way she clung to me, pulling me closer as we moved together, a perfect rhythm, the world outside the shower was forgotten.

All that mattered was the heat, the passion, the connection between us.

Her walls clenched around me, and I knew she was close. "Let go, Zoya," I whispered, my voice strained. "Let me feel you."

Every part of our being was mingled together into one.

~

"I'd have hated it if I had to leave tomorrow without spending the night with you," I said as we lay on my bed after dinner, Zoya snuggled in my arms.

Her soft skin was covered by my T-shirt, and her presence filled the room with warmth.

"Ugh! I don't think I'd ever get used to you leaving. I hate pilots so damn much... it's annoying," she grumbled, her voice muffled against my chest.

I held back a chuckle. "You want me to leave my first wife for you? You think you're that tempting?"

"Of course, I am not tempting at all... that's why we are like horny teenagers who cannot stay away, right?" she retorted, resting her chin on my chest and looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Aww, look at you... jealous of inanimate airplanes."

She rolled her eyes, making that irritated face that brought me so much mirth, and snuggled back into me.

My eyes didn't miss the bruises, the hickeys I had left on her skin.

I did it again.
I lost control again.
She drove me out of my senses, yet again.

No matter how much I try, I just cannot be soft with her, and that was concerning.

"Zoya," I began softly, my fingers tracing the marks on her skin. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to be so rough."

She looked up at me, her expression softening. "Adi, it's okay. I... I like it when you're passionate. It makes me feel wanted and... But you don't have to worry....I know you'd never hurt me."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I just... I worry that I'm too much for you. That I can't control myself around you."

She placed a hand on my cheek, turning my face to meet hers. "You are never too much for me,Adi. I crave your touch just as much as you crave mine....I know you can be rougher.... And trust me... I want that Adi...I want that for us."

Her words were a balm to my troubled mind.

I held her tighter, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I cannot believe you're this perfect."

She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh!... You've still not seen many aspects of my absolute divinity."

I laughed, the sound reverberating through the quiet room. "You have no idea how much I love you."

"And I love you," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest...."you have no clue of the things I could do for you Adi.... The way I want you .... It's scary." Her thumb scraping my stubble as I turn to my side.

"There could be nothing scary about us shortcake....never .." I reassured her,

We lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world outside our little cocoon forgotten. Her fingers continued to dance over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I knew then that no matter where my job took me, no matter how many miles separated us, this was home.

She was my home.

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