I abandoned my car and crossed the road in a jiff. I hurriedly stepped into the cinema, worried that I might miss her. She could be in any of the rooms watching a movie, and if she were, I would have to wait for two hours for her to come out of there. My eyes skimmed the whole floor and finally rested on her back. She was facing the board, nibbling on her index finger, pondering whether she should or shouldn’t watch a movie. Which movie? I couldn’t care less. As long as I get to talk to her and get to know her, it’ll be enough for me.

“Should I or shouldn’t I?” she mused.

“Whatever it is, I think you should,” I answered from right behind her. Then she slowly turned around to face me.

Her long and wavy brunette locks swayed as she pivoted. For that moment, my breath caught in my throat as my blue eyes locked with her hazel ones; sparks erupted in me.

“You think I should?” she asked, looking straight into my eyes.

“Wholeheartedly,” I replied softly.

“Which would you prefer?” she continued.

“Whichever your heart desires,” I bantered, eyes glinting.

“Hmm… Have you watched The Martian before?” she spoke again in her husky tone.

“Nope,” I smirked.

“Do you want a gist of it? I won’t tell if you hate spoilers,” she smiled.

For a moment, I was rooted to the spot by her carefree and beguiling smile. Man, I am hooked. Totally and unconditionally hooked.


My Curvy Italian Queen

“Marvin will sure get mad at us. He took the trouble to clean this boat, and now he has to clean after us,” I murmured against Kin’s pectoral as I lay down beside him, with my head on his chest, my arm and leg sprawled over his body underneath the duvet.


Kin chuckled and said, “He’s another gentleman who is smitten with you, love, so you shouldn’t be worried if he will get mad at you. Probably he’ll be miffed at me, but certainly not you.”


“My guilt is not just towards Marvin; it’s with Dad, too,” I sighed.


Kin pinched my chin, tilted my face and asked gruffly, “Why feel guilty with Dad?”


“For one, we violated his boat. Secondly, we did nasty things on his bed, Kin,” I lamented.


“I wouldn’t say it’s a hundred per cent his boat, love,” Kin smirked.


I raised myself on an elbow, rested one side of my face on my palm and looked at Kin in bewilderment. “What do you mean?”


Chapter 62