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‘What?’ he responded.

                   ‘You will laugh at me,’ she whimpered and her face flushed, her insides
                all warm and fuzzy.
                   ‘I will not,’ he assured her. ‘What is it?’

                   ‘I have never had a boyfriend,’ she said and paused, ‘and … I have never
                been kissed.’

                   Almost as soon as her words left her lips, she regretted it. Seeing Arman
                not react only made it worse. His face was stoic and his eyes were stuck on

                her, unmoving. Every passing moment was worse than the one preceding it.
                   ‘You should have been,’ he disagreed and wrapped his hand tighter

                against her soft, fragile fingers. His body leant into hers as she found hers
                leaning into him. Her eyes closed midway as the stretch between them
                closed further. Arman’s hands left hers and reached for her face which was

                now feverish in anticipation and exhilaration. Little by little, he pulled her
                towards himself and their lips touched. She convulsed as his lips wrapped

                hers in a torrid, passionate embrace. The dampness of his lips was like her
                life’s elixir. In those moments, as Arman’s fingers lingered on her neck and

                her face, slowly caressing them, she felt she was cured of every ill. She lost
                herself, her body went limp as his body met hers and she found herself in a

                magical daydream. Her tongue played around involuntarily with his, while
                even there Arman commanded respect and guided her through the motions.
                His tongue played around with hers, hers played around with his and there

                was no telling apart their tongues. Arman’s short and heavy breaths and his
                frenzied moans only heightened her contentment. A few seconds later,

                Arman let go of her. Pihu dropped back on to her bed like a sack, helpless
                and weak, still lost in the Just Been Kissed moment.

                   A precious few minutes went by before she opened her eyes and saw his
                stunning eyes looking at her with unwavering focus. She couldn’t face him,

                feeling enormously shy about looking directly at him. She fidgeted with her
                fingers.
                   ‘For someone kissing for the first time, you’re damn good,’ he chortled.

                ‘We should have done this long ago.’
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