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He never would have met her. She reached for his hand and squeezed it tight, drawing him out of his thoughts. “I want you with me all the time….” she whispered in her sweet little whisper, her eyes full of desire. He stared down at her, unable to hide his affectionate expression. She didn’t understand how she affected him this way. To know that he could feel such things for another woman was almost too much for him to handle. But she was the exception to everything he believed in, his only chance for true happiness. He kissed her hard on the lips and pressed his nose into hers, letting her scent surround him.

Her small tongue moved into my mouth next, and she kissed me a little harder, a little deeper. Overwhelmed by the electricity in my veins, I was frozen by her deep affection. It took me a few seconds to truly accept what was happening. My hands slid into her hair, and I pulled her closer to me, kissing her with deep, passionate embraces. I got lost in her right away, feeling reunited with the woman I loved.

“So soft, so warm… I’ve dreamed of this.” “Me too,” she admitted, her voice breathless. “More than you know.” Slowly, gently, he pulled back just enough to help her lift her arms, and together they eased her top over her head, setting it aside. For a moment he just looked at her, his gaze warm and appreciative, his eyes dark with desire but also filled with a deep affection that went far beyond the physical. He leaned in and pressed a soft, reverent kiss right over her heart, feeling the strong, steady beat there, before meeting her eyes again.

"I have changed and I can be better. I just... I can't get her out of my mind." "So, you're obsessed?" "No!" I whisper-yelled at the absurdity of that thought. Obsessed? Well maybe not the way she put it but my feelings came from a genuine place of affection. "That's a strong word. I'm just smitten by her and you're not seeing the bigger picture here. I wanna be with her every step of the way until my last day." I caught a shudder from Clara as she took a sip from her cocktail. "Okay, Mr Shakespeare, that sure is intense. I'm happy for you."

That word held far too many memories of them together which she cannot forget. "Ahh.." she mumbled something which sounded as if she was cursing him. But as her cheeks were being held tightly, she couldn't speak clearly. He didn't care if she was cursing him or plotting his murder. He loves her too much and she can do anything to him as long she stays by his side. He pulled her closer towards him by her face and crushed his lips over hers. He missed this. He missed the feel of her lips. He missed the feel of holding her like this. He missed her too much in these two years, now he is hungry for her affection.

Her touch was gentle, her eyes shimmering with affection. “I’ll miss you, you know. You mean a lot to me. I have never had such an amazing friend like you, Shef. I know it's barely 2 years since we have known each other, but it feels like forever. If you want, I can stay. If you need me, I don’t want to leave you stranded at this crucial moment of your life. I’m here for you, Shef.” Her sincerity pierced me. Her eyes were filled with love, her voice carrying the weight of loyalty and sacrifice.

She confessed, gazing into his eyes deeply. He was ecstatic that someone loved him so much. He had yearned for love his entire life, and when he finally got it, he felt out of this world. He adored the way she always loved him since the day she messaged him, because he was aware of how deeply and madly she loved him from the beginning.

Her menacing stare did nothing but to boil my anger futher more. " You say it love? I call it your sick obsession. " I could see the passion she had in her eyes, to not back out. " How much you love her? Probably if something happens to her, you will mourn for days and move on but I would never do that to her. Its either Navmi or Navmi. I breathe for her. I have loved her for each day and every hour, even when she was in your arms. Kill me I don't care but once I'm dead Navmi is dead. She belongs to me, always has and always will . In life and in death. If I go hell I would drag her there with me. "

That reflected her own and she could see it clearly then . Affection . Adoration and mostly love .

“I will not. I promise.” She grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her and buries her face in my shirt. I hear her inhale my sent before asking, “What you were doing. Is that called affection?” I gasp. “Do you not know what affection is my love?” “I have a concept of it from reading but I’m not sure.” She whispered. “Yes, that is what considered affection. Do you want to know what else is affection?” I asked her seriously putting my cheek on her head.