Sean had shifted after high school to France making sure his step-father divorced his mother. He had long stopped talking to his mother and even Bryan could tolerate him now. He was happily in love with some French girl and boasted about her, making Logan and Alan melt in jealousy. “Dude get us some French girls.” was how every conversation they had ended.
“Get out!” I turned my head and saw Bryan pushing a persistent Logan out of the door.
“But I don’t want to go out.” Logan protested, trying to dunk under Bryan’s arm.
Bryan swiftly caught him. “I don’t care. Go drink or fuck. Everyone has gone and you should go too.”
“But why?” Logan whined, even pouting at Ace.
“Because I and Joanna have to discuss something.”
Logan snorted. “Way to be discrete dude.”
Ace (Bryan) scowled at him. “I give you two seconds or I am kicking you out of here. I was in a drug gang in case you have forgotten.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “How can I forget? This-” he pointed to his left leg. “-just doesn’t let me forget it.”
“Guys cut it off.” I ordered, knowing Logan was about to use the guilt card. After the accident he always used it to get stuff done. My mother had even given him a whole jar of cookies and Alan had considered shooting his own leg.
“Bryan go to the room. I’ll talk to Logan.”
Bryan gave one last glare to Logan and stormed off to our room. Our.
Oh my God. Our!
“I swear he gets periods.” Logan muttered, rubbing his arm which Bryan had held.
I chuckled. “At times I feel that too. Anyways aren’t you supposed to go and meet your secret lover?”
“Yeah.”
“So go. Why didn’t you go before only?”
Logan grinned. “It’s fun to annoy your boyfriend.”
I shook my head in mild amusement. “Go.”
I made my way to our room once Logan had gone. We had got the house right next to our college after persuading my parents for one year. We were both doing major in electrical engineering and it was so tough. Thanks to the spring break we had all met here and had a small get-together. Who knew when we would all met at one place again? But I knew we always have each other’s back despite our distances.
Distance is just a number of miles. It doesn’t matter if you love and trust the person enough.
I stopped at the closed door, feeling giddy with anticipation of what was to come next. Even though we had had sex before, every time was a new journey of passion and ardor and love. It was fucktastic!
I slid the door open, stopping dead on my tracks at the sight in front of me. Bryan laid on the bed with my laptop on his stomach as he read the screen with upmost interest.
“What are you doing?” I screamed after getting out of my shock.
He glanced up, guilt written on his face. “Reading?”
“That is my laptop.” I gritted, storming towards him. “You know you aren’t supposed to touch my mobile or laptop or food.”
He jumped on the bed with my laptop in his hands, walking farther from me. “It was open and I know your passwords. Plus we are dating.”
“Yeah so? I still need my privacy.” I jumped on the bed, running at him.
He ran around the room, waving my laptop. “Stop or I’ll throw this on the floor.”
I froze, glaring at him hatred. “Give. It. Now.”
He grinned smugly. “Tutoring the bad Boy?”
I felt my heart skip a beat. Shit! How much had he read? And why was I stupid enough to keep my book link open?
“What are you talking about?” I asked, blinking at him in innocence.
“Oh I know that look.” He winked at me, running his eyes over the laptop screen. “I had no idea you feel so strongly about me. The feeling was exquisite and a mysterious desire made its way into my body. My arms went around his neck, pulling him even closer. Suddenly the air electrified and raised on an upper notch. He pulled my hair, -”
“Shut up!” I mumbled, pressing my hand to my face in complete embarrassment. Why God? Why me?
I saw him smile through my fingers. “-He pulled my hair, making me gasp and giving his tongue an entrance to dominate my mouth. Oh my!” he deliberately let out a girlish moan at the end, making me want to swallow myself.
Could this get anymore humiliating?
“And look at the comments.” He continued. “These people actually thought I took the bullet.”
Well duh!
“Get lost.” I groaned, turning my back towards him. My face was practically burning from mortification. This is why I didn’t like anyone knowing about my books or even the fact that I write. It may not be prefect but I love to write.
“Hey muffin.” Bryan whispered, appearing behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I elbowed him. “What do you want?”
“I think this should be the epilogue.”
I turned to face him. “I think I’ll delete the story.”
His eyes widened. “No! You are a great writer, trust me.” Then he coughed nervously, a cute blush covering his cheeks. “It was just overwhelming to know you wrote our story.”
I bit my lip. “I wanted to.”
He kissed my forehead. “I am glad you did.”
I swallowed hard. “So it wasn’t bad?”
He smirked. “Your description about me was perfect. Hot, sexy, charming and a great kisser.”
I rolled my eyes. “I have a good mind to edit it all now.”
He kissed my lips deeply. “Don’t. They love your writing and so do I.”
I kissed him back. “You are so annoying.”
He chuckled. “Yeah yeah, that’s not what the comments said.”
I sighed. He was never going to let me live this down.
Suddenly his eyes brightened. “Let’s end this book on a good note.” He said and then pecked my cheek before disappearing into the washroom.
I instantly took the opportunity to grab my laptop and change the password.
He came back looking all edgy and anxious. His face twisted with doubt and stress. I stared at him. “Do you have diarrhea?”
His face grew blank. “No! Why?”
“Why do you look so constipated?”
He scowled at me. “I am nervous.”
I raise an eyebrow. “About?”
“This.” He said in the next second he was down on one knee. I choked on air.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Are you doing what I think you are doing?” I asked, blinking my eyes rapidly and swallowing gallons of air.
Holy mother of effing proposals!!!
“Shut up. Don’t make me forget my lines.”
I snapped my mouth shut. “Okay continue. Do you have the paper so I can tell you which sentence you missed later?”
He stared up at me incredulously. “You know what? I am starting to doubt my choice.”
I frowned at him. “Whatever. Say.”
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. He fingers took out a small blue velvet box and I almost melted in anticipation. Oh my God! He is going to propose me for marriage! My breathing increased rapidly. My eyes zeroed on the box as his fingers delicately opened the box.
I blinked again, the huge grin falling off my face. “What the hell is this?”
He looked at me, biting his lip apprehensively. “You don’t like it?”
I licked my lips, controlling my temper. “I do but what is it?”
He picked up the thing and stood up, waving it in front of me. “Key.”
“Key?” I repeated stupidly.
He nodded. “Yup, you wanted a personalized key to our home, didn’t you? I got one.” He twisted the key, showing me the keychain. It was a beautiful oval shaped silver frame with Muffin BadBoy engraved on it in black and the heart was red.
I swooned at it. “Aww thanks.” I took it delicately in my hand, admiring the artwork. It even had tiny stars at the sides.
“What were you expecting?” he asked haughtily.
I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring him.
He chuckled pulling me into a hug. “I don’t even need to ask you for marriage, I know your answer.”
“Cockalorum.” I muttered, lightly kissing his neck. Unfortunately he was right, my answer would always be a big fat YES. “You are such an idiot but you are my idiot.”
He pulled my face upwards. “All yours.” and then his lips descended on mine, making me forget everything known to mankind. The key slipped from my hand on the bed as my arms went around his neck, pulling me closer to me.
Within minutes we were on the bed, hurriedly taking off our clothes ready to join our bodies and souls as we drifted into the lands of intense zeal and lust.
I closed my eyes enjoying the sensations.
If you have never felt anything with such intensity then you just haven’t found the right person for you because fairy tales do exist and we live our own different story in our own different way.
Some stories are like the rainbow in winter snow, unexpected but oh so magical.
THE END