Chapter 20 - Are you comfortable with this intimacy of ours? (2/2)

”I am not sure what triggers those sorts of reactions from you—”

I opened my mouth to say something but I couldn't. Eshan just smiled. ”And no, you do not need to tell me. All I am asking is, try to trust me. I know it isn't easy but it's not that difficult either. God, I am rambling, ain't I?” His face scrunched up before he hid his face in the pillow.

”Eshan, I get what you are you trying to say. Trust me I do.” I let fingers of my free hand, gently run into Eshan's hair. At that moment, he resembled like a child to me trying to hide from his mother when he stole candy from the jar. He confessed what I was feeling earlier. I knew what he was going through.

”Innaya,” he spoke still laying in the same position, on his stomach with his face pressed against pillows. His voice came as muffled one.

”Now what?” I asked with a small smile playing on my face. His hair felt soft and silky against my skin. I had never touched them or for that matter, I had never initiated anything from my side.

He slowly turned his face, directly looking into my eyes before he started, ”I have never asked you.”

I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

Eshan continued, ” Are you comfortable with this intimacy of ours? I want you to set the pace of our relationship. I don't want to rush you into anything. Hmm? So?” I withdraw my hand abruptly as all the feelings came back with more intensity.

I covered my face with the cover, tightly shutting my eyes as my heart started beating louder. 'Why on the earth he had to ask this. God! How am I going to face him now? Talk about the embarrassment. Seriously?'

Eshan chuckled loudly while trying to remove the covers from my face. ”Innaya,” he called out innocently but I knew better. I knew better than to fall for his act.

”Good night Eshan,” I mumbled, as the shyness got better of me.

Somehow, he managed to sneak inside the cover, putting his arm across my stomach. With his face snuggled into my neck, he softly whispered in my ear, ”Good night torta di compleanno.”

”What was that?” Breathless I whispered, knowing he would hear from such close proximity. His warm breath tickling my skin while his fingers leisurely roamed above my kurti and I felt like they were touching my skin.

”That's for me to know and you to wonder,” he playfully stated.

”You-” I did not know what to say in the response.

”Yeah, I, your very own husband my dear wife.” He pulled me closer and placed a small kiss in the crook of my neck. I felt the unknown emotion but surprisingly comfortable one taking over. I let all my thoughts rest aside as the last thing I remembered was his kiss on my forehead before his gentle patting lulled me to the sleep.

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