Kavin
The image of my tanned dark hand against the soft pale skin on her waist is imprinted in me for probably a lifetime. I had to literally scold myself to not think about how breath-taking she looked like that, half-naked in my bedroom.
Nithila has this weird ability to make me feel things that I don’t intend to do and then drive me crazy. The way my heart does an involuntary flip every time I see her, it’s like she is tugging an invisible string that’s attached to my heart. And every time our gazes lock, mine stops functioning for a moment and I am left to wonder why it does so.
I am not that great when it comes to naming flowery scents but hers is ingrained in my head, all sweet and feminine and it would be a big lie if I say it doesn't affect me.
We haven’t said a word to eac
