“You were fucking fantastic. I’m so proud of you.” His shy smile at the floor causes a fierce possessiveness to surge through me. “Fuck. Come here, handsome.” Drawing him closer by his nape, I kiss him with all the passion we just shared. My trembling fingers curl in his hair, and his wet ones grip my hips. “Let’s take a shower.” “You sure?” he asks between our frantic kisses. “It’s late”—kiss—“at night.” More sloppy kisses. “You usually shower in the morning.” I pull his swollen lower lip with my teeth and kiss it better as the finishing touch. “Let’s shower together, meri jaan.” He sighs
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