“What if I don't let you go? What if I don't care who knows about us anymore?” Aariz nuzzled on my throat, making my pulse race deliciously in his proximity.
“Aaru...You know we can't be so free of looking over our shoulders. Not yet.” I sighed smiling at him.
He nodded reluctantly and kissed my jaw with passion,
“I love you Goli.”
Having made me dizzy with breathlessness, Aariz finally allowed me to sit in his car and drove me home. All the way, I was quiet and confused with the shock he had thrown at me.
He stopped just a block away from my place. But I did not get down from the car. I had made up my mind.
“I know that guy in the restaurant was flirting with me. But it was harmless. Why did you tell him such a big lie, that I am your fiancée?” I asked breaking the silence
“Because you will be soon.” Aariz answered casually.
“You haven’t even proposed yet!” I stared at him, astonished.
He just smirked, “Do I have to? Isn’t the feeling and intensity mutual?”
“But you should propose! So I could act surprised and cry and stuff they talk about in romance novels.”
“Oh! You want me to propose, so that you can cry?” Aariz raised his eyebrows looking at me in amusement.
I wanted to strangle him, “You are such an idiota! Who made you Professor?!”
He pressed his lips together, giving me a curious look, “I am not gonna ask if idiota is even a real word.”
“It’s my loving way of saying idiot. Just for you, my sexy idiota.” I winked naughtily.
Aariz smiled slightly with a lot of meaning, as in response he took my hand kissing it thoroughly.
It made me groan though unable to keep from smiling,
“Ohh God! Sometimes I feel like your mouth is glued to my hands!”
Aariz got annoyed and cutely grumpy,
“Hey, you don't say a word about this.” Heatedly, he went on pulling me closer, “It was decided already that these belong to kiss, hold, tease...anything I wish to do.”
I shook my head in amusement.
Smiling lazily, Aariz caressed my neck, “Anyway, I have a thing for your hands. Especially your fingers. I love to eat them.” he winked, biting on my ring finger making my heart race.
Also making me forget the whole wierd phone call, I had received in the morning.
'Hello, is this Sani I'm talking to?'
'Yup! The very same.'
'I am warning you, stay away from that boyfriend of yours.'
'W...what?'
'You did not hear me?' the voice snapped.
It made me scared, 'Who are you?'
‘The person who hates you. That’s who I am.’