Anjali. Shower. Now. - Smooth landing

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I’m sorry what now?

Roshan was not listening. Obviously, since Anjali was thinking and not talking. He leaned and turned the shower knob marked for hot all the way. Within seconds, steam began rising off the floor.

Roshan looked at her.

Anjali. Shower. Now.

She stepped in shivering. Roshan followed her. Without any warning, he wrapped his body around hers and pulled her under the stream of shower.

The hot water travelled down her body, trailing along the cold paths, warming them with a sweet sting.

She soon realised Roshan was not a pervert. She was fully clothed, being enveloped by a pair of strong arms. And yes, the hot shower, of course.

Who is this man?

Before she could think any further, the hot water began working its magic. Her mind and body was beginning to warm up, just as Roshan had promised, and Anjali was beginning to feel again - her numb fingers were beginning to feel Roshan beneath them.

A few minutes passed by.

Anjali looked up at him through the stream, only to find Roshan’s gaze already on her.

The sound of the shower drowning any growing fears and only allowing for touch to take over.

Roshan’s arms were snaked around Anjali’s waist, holding her firmly in the correct position - you would think he was thinking of the stream of water, but he found himself thinking of her body pressed against his as the correct position.

Her breasts were now acutely aware of his muscular chest mentioned earlier. Without realising it, her fingers began playing lightly with his chest hair, running themselves through the small matted black curls.

Wiping her eyes and face, “what is your name?” she asked him.

Roshan smiled, “Captain Roshan Saini.”

He smiled widened looking at the smile beginning to play on Anjali’s lips as well.

Continuing to look at them, Roshan bent his head slowly. Anjali raised her toes meeting Roshan halfway.

And they took off.

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