Aarvi had lots to talk about and also tell Aaron about their suspended communication. Being pinned against the wall, all she could think of doing was reciprocate him to his demanding, knee-weakening kiss.
He pulled her waist closer and his hand tangled with her hair as he frenzied their lips to kiss her deeply, to kiss her muddled.
He started off softly like coaxing her lips in an apology for leaving her in the mall, for ditching their date again.
Then he was demanding, making it hard for her to match his pace. It was like a complaint seeing her keep the strong up front in front of him even in her struggles.
There is nothing important for him more than her, not even his career. If people despise him for being uxorious or call him a henpecked, he will heartily accept it.
So missing her? He had craved to look at her, hear her the whole evening and night. How could he not miss her
