Part Four: The Fire and the Fear
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The first kiss was slow, tentative. Her lips were soft, tasting like rain and tea. My fingers grazed her jaw, tracing the damp strands of hair clinging to her skin. She trembled slightly, and I wasn’t sure if it was from hesitation or something else entirely.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, but she didn’t pull away.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked.
Her breath hitched. She didn’t answer right away. Then, finally, she said, “No.”
And just like that, something shifted.
She kissed me again, deeper this time. Months of stolen glances, unspoken words, and lingering touches came crashing down in that moment. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
GUWAHATI , ASSAM INDIA
When we finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against my chest. “This is reckless.”
I exhaled a laugh. “So?”
She smiled against my skin. “So, maybe recklessness isn’t always bad.”
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
24/02/2025
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