“Do you have a kink or something?” She asked just to scandalise him.
“Would you participate?”
Her mouth dropped open.
“You did not just ask me that.”
“Who started it?”
She felt heat rise to her face. The idea of it… she had been naughty in college. Then adulthood had hit and hit hard. Nowadays, self-pleasure was the only way to go, and that too once in a blue moon when her head wasn’t weighted with the hundred things she was supposed to do the next day. She had fallen hard for Samar ages ago, and attraction had been wild for those few months. After the last two days of tame domesticity, the idea of being naked with him was… like thinking dirty in a temple. But oh god, what a thought that was. He seemed to be not the bland man she had thought him to be…
“What are you thinking?” He ran a finger down her cheek.
“Nothing.”
“Then why is this dimple popping?” He poked it.
She stopped smiling.
“Ummm… Samar?”
“Amaal.”
“What did you like about me?”
“Hmm?” He changed the cloth.
“Like? You do like something about me, no?”
“Your never-say-die attitude.”
“And?”
“Your ambition.”
“And?”
“Your determination.”
“Anything that is not meant for my CV?”
His eyes softened. “Your smile.”
“Ugggggh.”
“What?”
“Ok, you have a problem with question framing. Let me reframe. What were you attracted to in me?”
“Your joy that pulled everyone in, even on a bad day.”
She inhaled, praying for patience.
“Something that is not under eighteen.”
“What does that mean?”
She threw her hands over her face and shook her head, ready to cry. “Sa.Mar!” She opened her eyes to peek up from between her fingers and found him trying to hold back a smirk.
