“Jimmy, I should—”
He stops me mid-sentence, dipping his finger into my mouth.“Shh.Tonight is about you.Watching you fall apart is my guilty pleasure.”
He twists my nipple, making me cry out, and captures my moan in his mouth.His hand moves between us, capturing both our cocks together.I am hard again.This is crazy.I have never been so turned on.
***
The room is dark.Thecandles have burnt out.Moonlight trickles through the open window.Jimmy’s warm breath ruffles over my chest hair.He agreed to my request to stay the night.No way was I throwing him out at midnight.We cleaned up and snuggled under the blanket, sharing the warmth of our naked bodies.
The gentle autumn breeze flips his forelock.The night critters twerp outside.With each rise and fall of his chest, the realisation dawns on me.I have found my home.Jimmy is the embodiment of what I had been searching for.I grip him tighter, afraid the night is now slipping away.Soon the sun will rise, forcing me to face the events of the past twenty-four hours.A line has been crossed – both physical and in my heart.
His painful life story firms up my resolve.While I run my fingers through his hair, I make a promise to him and myself.Even if Jimmy decides not to go ahead with the acting gig, I will do everything I can to help him achieve his dreams.
Snuggled, my eyes trace every outline of his face.From the curls lying at leisure over his forehead, down the slope of his sharp nose, around those lips I had only a few hours ago touched with mine, and moving to his chiselled jaw. Gosh, he is so young.His whole life is before him —a canvas with vast swathes awaiting life's colours.
Whereas mine is an ancient edifice resting on some weather-beaten stone about to crack and bring the whole monument of my existence down to rubble.I have no right to hold a brush to paint Jimmy's life.But I want to.For selfish reasons, I yearn to be that painter.I wish to experience the vibrancy of love and the hues of an intimate relationship with him.The warmth of a body.His body next to mine.
These are stolen moments from the inevitable.An expiry date keeps flashing before my eyes.The day Jimmy realises I am not enough, the day he discovers the truth.But like a thief who knows a prison is inevitable, I will go on stealing these kisses and touches from time.
Chapter 15
Whiffs of love
JIMMY
“Urgh!Why does this have to be so complicated?”
Kiron pinches my arm.“Stop griping like a child.”
“Yeah, bro.Someone with one lakh rupees in his bank account should not be whining.”Kenny joins Kiron.
I swear these two are some kind of twins from different mothers.“You are not the one who has to read this sappy stuff.For God's sake, who fills a stranger's house with rose petals to woo them?Hear this.”
I read the lines in a high-pitched tone.
“Ooh, he is so soothing to the eyes.And the manly smell.If only I could bottle him up...”
