Nekneeraj has provided a rather homely photo by Charlotte Gonzalez this week.
‘How was your day?’ he asked.
She flopped into the chair and raised her hand to release the chignon that was tugging at her temples.
‘Don’t!’ he shouted.
Her hand stilled.
‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just that I’ve always wanted to do it for you.’
She watched in surprise as he untangled his limbs from the couch, turned the TV off and came to stand behind her.
With the gentlest of touches, he took out the pins, letting her chestnut mass tumble free to her shoulders.
He raised a tress to his nose, breathed in her fragrance, felt the soft curls kiss his fingers as they fell.
Bending slightly, his lips lightly brushed her shoulder, her neck, her ear.
She held her breath as forgotten sensations metomorphisised in her body.
She turned into his kiss, a burning fire igniting in their joy of each other.
It had been so long.
‘Dinner can wait,’ he said, taking her hand and lifting her effortlessly into his embrace.
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