CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

POV: Kriti

“Kriti…” a sweet soft kiss pressed to my jaw had me rising to full wakefulness. My eyes fell upon my gorgeous husband’s face. He was lying beside me, his head rested on his hand supported by his elbow.

I whispered, “good morning, Arnav!”

He caressed my forehead, “I’ve always wanted to wake you up like this.”

It was a surprise right in the morning. “Since when?”

“Since the first day.”

I purred, “but you never did that?”

He shook his head. I curled him up in my arms. Our bare bodies touched again. I gasped at that feeling. And then, I remembered how I loved it when he was inside me.

But my body ached, and Arnav rolled out of bed promising to give me the room so that I could get dressed. Arnav wasn’t shy at all, and over a very playful breakfast cooking session, we discovered that we were too fond of each other to be embarrassed about what we’d done last night.