Urvin looked down at him on the couch as he lay there spread out diagonally, taking up all three cushions. “Tu saari jagah gher ke baitha hai. Thoda parre ho.”
“Main pehle aaya si yahan.”
“Main assume kar rahi haan ki tere andar abhi vi thodi sharam baaki hai aur tu ek gentleman ban sakda hai. Ya main galat haan?”
Vyom glanced over at the lonely, uncomfortable chair nearby. With a heavy sigh that Urvin may or may not have caught, he sat upright, moving his long legs, and patted the small, empty cushion right beside him. “Khush?”
“Ecstatic!” She beamed brightly. Before he even realized it, she had kicked off her shoes, curled her thick, bare legs up beside him, and pulled half of his blanket over her lap to share it with him.
As she pulled the blanket, her soft, warm knee accidentally brushed against his thigh. First Contact. A sudden, sharp jolt of hot electricity shot straight through his jeans. He froze instantly, his breath stopping in his throat. His mind screamed at him to pull away, but the comforting, intoxicating warmth coming from her body made his muscles lock completely in place. He didn’t move an inch.
In that quiet moment, he realized they hadn’t shared the same couch, let alone the exact same blanket, in… well, he didn’t know how many years. “Oye, iska ki matlab si ki main ‘galat’ dekh reha haan?” he asked, his voice slightly thicker and heavier than usual.
“Tainu movie de saare famous dialogues bolne painde ne saath-saath. Yeh rule hai, aur tune tod ditta.”
“Maine nahi todeya… mainu toh pata hi nahi si.”
“Toh phir yeh teri favorite movie nahi hai.”
“Haan, hai.”
She rolled her hazel eyes dramatically.
“Clearly nahi hai.” She shrugged, leaning closer to him, and casually dug her soft, manicured hand right into the steel bowl of popcorn resting dangerously close to his lap.
“Pfft,” he rolled his eyes right back at her.
But his breath caught again as he felt Urvin’s nails lightly scraping against the bottom of the steel bowl. He could feel the vibration of her hand… right there… vibrating directly against his groin. It sent a hot, sharp tingle shooting straight through his jeans, pooling dark and heavy right at the sensitive tip of his cock. Body betrayal. His stomach tightened violently, and his toes curled tightly inside his socks.
The argument was silenced immediately as she shoved a handful of salty popcorn into her mouth, completely blind to the utter chaos she was causing in his pants.
As the movie played, the cold air in the room seemed to warm up. They both settled more comfortably into the couch, their bodies sinking deeper into the cushions until their shoulders pressed together. Slowly, the thick, invisible wall of toxic tension between them melted away. They actually relaxed in each other’s presence.
At first, Urvin quietly mouthed the classic dialogues to herself, but Vyom felt weird about doing it out loud with someone else in the room. Soon enough, though, the magic of the film took over, and he joined in, whispering the lines just as quietly as her.
