Chapter 21 - Embarrass Innaya Club (2/2)

'Seems like Grandpa was right, I did wrestle and that must have resulted in me shifting near him.' I mentally face palmed myself.

'Not shifting near him, it is sleeping almost on top of him.' My mind had to reason.

I was mortified, at the same time, there was the strong urge of being in that position, the urge that was alien to me. It was already enough for the day and if he found us in this position, I was sure he would pass some teasing remarks that would only add more, to my already piled up embarrassments. So, in order to avoid any awkwardness and save myself from further embarrassment, as stealthily as I could, I pried away from his arms wrapped up around me. It took more efforts and more time to complete the task but I managed to free myself. Immediately I felt the absence of his warmth.

Still lying on his chest, I raised my head little towards his face. 'Adorable.' He presented that picture unknowingly. His always neat and gelled hair now were disheveled and yet they did nothing to mar his handsomeness, in fact, they added more to the cute factor, his mouth little opened, he slept just like a small baby.

Lifting my right hand, I brought my palm to his hair, softly touching them. They felt soft just like yesterday. It was the second time I had let my fingers vanished in his dark, dense black hair. Slowly, I dragged my fingers to his forehead caressing it with them. With that I realized I did not like to see worry lines on it, I liked seeing him stress-free. That realization had me gasping in a surprise. My fingers, resumed their journey as if they had a mind of their own. They slowly traveled from his forehead to his cheek. He liked to keep himself clean shaved but the tight schedule of the last couple of days did not allow him to and that was the reason for his light beard. It felt, tantalizing against my skin.

His warm skin felt so good against my cold one, and I wondered why I was so cold. One part of me, screamed to pull back my hand at that moment and another part in the very locked up corner, insisted on further exploration. My eyes flickered to his plump lips closing up ever so slowly together. I let my thumb trace his lips and the moment it met his lips, sudden shiver went running through my body and that pulled me out of whatever trance I was in.

Quickly detangling myself from him, I rushed to the washroom without looking at him. I closed the door hurriedly behind me and stood in front of the mirror, my fingers clutching the sink as I shut my eyes tightly. The loud beating of my heart in my ears along with the sudden unknown fear had me almost panting with the unknown feeling.

I opened my eyes as I stared at the reflection of the woman in the mirror. She was not me. The person who never let any male apart from my Grandpa have important place and space in her life was now touching someone when he was not in his senses.

The thought of replacing my thumb with my own lips had jolted me to the reality. How could I feel this way about him? What was I thinking? What had happened to me? What if Eshan had woken up, what he would have thought of me? Oh, God!

I put my head in my palms. I was thankful for almighty that he was sleeping when I was checking him out else, I did not know how would I have faced him. 'Stupid me. Hell, I don't know how will I face him now.'

I decided to take a shower first to calm down my estranged nerves and forget that anything like this had ever happened.

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