IS IT LOVE???
I never thought I would ever be talking to Avantika while she was naked, but I am today.
‘It’s a shame that I lit these candles, prepared the bath and ... we didn’t even do it,’ she says.
As she says it, I realize—and probably she does too—that it is actually an insult to our sex life, and almost instantly, we are all over each other. An hour later, we find ourselves on the bed, naked, wrapped around each other and in those satin sheets. It was good. It was more out of love than lust. The stares lingered for a little longer, the touches were more deliberate, the kisses were more passionate, and the moans were replaced by I love you. It was exhilarating. We didn’t have sex. We made love. Ther