Wrapped in a cozy woollen blanket, I lay on my back with much needed peace sweeping over me. I kept my right foot exposed to the cool city air that invited itself into my room through the windows. I hummed to myself, enjoying every bit of the solitude I had earned at the end of the day after the nerve wrecking hustle. With a thousand thoughts running across my mind, there was a weird silence inside, which I realized was short lived.
It was because my mind drifted towards the scent of a male cologne that filled up my senses. I turned over in bed to find a dark figure moving towards me slowly like a predator moves towards its prey. I was petrified. I wanted to ask who it was. But I couldn't. I was tongue tied. He came nearer. Why were the street lights off ? I sat up hastily. I didn't know what to do. However, I managed to get my phone to have a good look at his face. The screen was bright enough but what good would it do? He was fast enough to grab it and placed it on the table. He switched on the incandescent bulb instead that turned the room blue. I was confused, wondering what's going on until I could see him so clearly that I was flabbergasted. Was I dreaming? Perhaps not. Because he moved closer so much so that we were sharing the same space, breathing the same air. I felt vulnerable as well as excited. What on earth was he doing here? I have dreamt a million times of him, talking to him, doing things that I wouldn't dare to do in reality. And there he stood with a sly grin on his face, maybe thinking about how stupid I looked with my hair messed up, covered in a blanket with pink tulips all over it. He stretched his right hand forward, held my chin to close my mouth and said, 'Yes. I am really here.'
Oh god. I was swooning and drooling. Again. Everytime he came into vicinity, my body would start the fireworks like it was a day for a celebration. If he could see it, I would look like a glow worm. Usually, he barely stood closer while talking. But then, he sat next to me and did what I had never expected in my nine lives. Well, if I had nine lives. He placed his hand on my exposed foot, sliding his hand across my unshaved leg uncovering it. Yes, unshaved. It is a big deal for a girl to privately encounter for the first time with a boy she likes, with her parts unshaved. I shivered at the touch of his cold hands. His eyes never left mine and I couldn't think of looking elsewhere. My heart was beating so loud that a deaf could hear it and at the speed that skyrocketed like I was having a heart attack. Say something. That's what I wanted to tell him. But I felt choked. Suddenly he chuckled and asked, 'Who wears shorts in winter?' I was terribly embarrassed. We never had a conversation apart from work and now this. I felt like he forcibly entered my comfort zone and invaded my privacy. Why did he want to know why I wore it? Actually that shouldn't bother me at all because that's what I've always wanted. I simply blushed ear to ear. 'Hmm?' He prompted for a reply. He wasn't convinced with a smile I guess. I shrugged and foolishly replied, 'I have a blanket so I don't mind wearing shorts in winter.' He smiled and smoothly peeled off the blanket from my body and said, ' What now?' Is this actually happening? Its quite perturbing when you feel naked with clothes on probably because someone is imagining you in that state. Oh! But I wouldn't mind if he thought about it that way. Not at all. I mentally laughed at myself for overthinking things. I didn't realize that I was so busy with my thoughts that I forgot to answer him. But what would I answer to a question like that? He definitely meant to say what would keep me warm without the blanket or did he mean something else? I could never process small talks. Because my mind would decrypt them irrelevantly and I would go off track. If dictionaries can have more than one meaning to a word, why can't I? Confidently, I said, 'I have you to keep me warm.'
It felt like time had come to a halt. I was waiting for what he had to say. After seconds that felt like hours, his lips parted and he inhaled deeply causing his chest to rise. I watched him so intently that it led to a mirror action. I could feel doing exactly what he did. Out of habit, I bit my lower lip. I was nervous, not because I was scared but the thought that there were chances of something to happen was exhilarating.
The blue light gave an amazing ambience to the room. It felt like a perfect moment to be with him. He knew what I felt for him. He raised his hand and placed it on the back on my nape. That touch! I had never known what a man's touch felt like. The shivers started from the spot he touched and went down the spine to the places I explore when the light fades and the city sleeps. With the first two fingers, he drew a straight line down my back like a painter makes a perfect brush stroke on his canvas. Involuntarily, my hand landed on his cheeks to caress the stubble which made me go weak in knees. I was sure he felt the same. He tilted his head and kissed my palm that was still studying the beauty of the man in front of me. All those feelings and not a word. Silence felt beautiful at that moment. He placed his freezing hands on my bare legs and I jerked in resistance. 'You are cold,' I said. 'But you are hot and uh, shorts was a good idea,' he replied. His moves were so tantalizing. Then he chose to speak with a deep voice, 'I need you more than anything.' That was it. Hell broke loose. There was a short circuit in my brain. I could just happily die then. But I wanted to experience this for the rest of my life. So I tried to keep calm but my breathing got shallow after what I heard. I squirmed and couldn't retain the pleasure to myself. I acted on impulse. I raised my upper body on my knees to give a peck on his right cheek. Before I could sit straight, he placed one of his hands on my waist and the other on my cheek, taking me closer to him with a mere distance of few atoms. His thumb playfully traced the corners of my lips. Our eyes were locked making unspoken promises and looking forward to witness the things that we both had only dreamt of. With each passing second, I got more anxious. All the temptation kicked in, blazing my senses like I was on fire, literally. I felt like that fire would consume me. I felt itchy and twitchy all over, wanting to release all the lust for him. I wanted to kiss him hard. He wanted that too. Then what were we waiting for? The wait lasted too long. It's not the kiss that matters. The more magical are the miniscule moments before the kiss that are shared between the two with a dire need and desperation seeping through their veins. I could wait no longer. We were panting. He was as charged as I was. But none of us proceeded. Both of us took great satisfaction in watching each other build up. It was agonizing at the same time. The position I was in made me uncomfortable. I adjusted myself but landed in his lap by his sudden pull. I went forward to kiss him but he turned his face. Why so torturous? I couldn't comprehend what was in the mind of that handsome man. This was killing me. He slowly tilted his head and brushed his lips to mine like a wave crashing on the shore, close enough to blend in but gone in a blink. I was craving for more. But I also wanted to take it slow, not wanting it to end. I made my move and did the same. I held his hair and pulled his head back and directed myself to his neck and kissed the throbbing pulse. He groaned so loud that the sound resonated through my body, invoking sinful desires. He slightly pulled down the hem of my t-shirt and kissed my neck. I always had weakness for beards. With every kiss, he grazed his beard along that left utterly delightful sensations. We slowly kissed, tasting each other's desires, our hands going crazy, light scratching, pulling and pushing each other.
Our passions were unleashed. I've always had crazy fantasies about us, going naked and wild. Never ever I had expected for it to come true. It felt too good to be true. Two people feeling deeply for each other, making love, finding tranquillity in each other seemed surreal in this world. Fantasies fuel you and fill your brain and gut whereas reality kicks you in the butt. I felt the blow when I woke up earlier than I was supposed to, only to find myself all heated up like I had a fever and feeling tired. But from what? Him, the kiss, everything we had? Where was he? I was alone. No way. It was all a dream. Again? Not even Thor's hammer could shatter me like I was shattered by the reality. It's funny how we are deluded by our imaginations that are more appealing, realistic and feel better to believe. Nothing is perfect and happens out of blue. We all have created a parallel universe to fulfil the deepest, darkest secrets that we hide, even from our own selves. Reality has its roots in dreams. They are a reflection of the desires that are pent-up, searching for a way out to be lived truly. Dreams remain fiction until they become reality.
