All the three friends came back that evening and I was tensed not knowing what to expect. I did not even meet Padma’s gaze and I believed she looked puzzled or confused when she came out of the room. She must be confused because she surely found her bag tampered with but couldn’t charge me at the same time. She then went for a bath and came out 40 minutes later. We had a quite dinner that night and the three friends decided they would sleep in our bedroom and I’d sleep on the couch. My wife and her friend were heavy sleepers and once they slept they wouldn’t wake up until u screamed in their ears. During the middle of the night, I felt something moving on my shirt. Thinking it was a bug I tried to catch it and throw away, but in the process discovered that it was big and was retreating. I immediately opened my eyes and was surprised to see Padma sitting on the edge of the couch and it was her hand that I caught. She was looking neither lusty nor playful. I said ‘what are you doing’ to. On the bar was a lovely pewter picture frame and in it was picture of us from the party last night, our arms wrapped around each other. I remembered that moment acutely, it had been our first real chance to touch each other. The romanticism of it took my breath away, my heart swelled absurdly. ‘Digital.’ You grinned, pleased at my reaction and I slipped into your arms again, lifting my chin to meet your gaze. ‘Amon.’ My voice broke on your name and you hand rose up to cup my cheek. I leaned into your touch, my eyes shut with pleasure as you bent your head and kissed me hungrily. I melted into you, our bodies fitting just right. Your lips teased and nibbled at me, your tongue darting in to tangle with mine. When we finally broke apart, breathing heavily, you grinned wickedly. ‘Great, it’s working!’ I shrieked, laughing and started chasing you. We made it all the way back to the couch before you turned abruptly and caught me in your arms. I snuggled up close, not fighting anymore,.
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