The next morning—the first in our new house—was an unusual one.
“Kriti, you gotta wake up and lock the door. I'm leaving.” His voice drifted to me through a cloud of sleepy warmth.
“Where are you going?” I whined, still warm and comfortable in the silky sheets of my new bed.
“Kriti, wake up and listen to me,” he said a little more forcefully this time. I pried opened my eyes to see him standing beside me, every inch the sexy, powerful executive in an impeccably tailored suit. He looked so damn hot!
I got up and my lips murmured automatically, “sexy!”
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied immediately
“Kriti, you said something.”
“No, I didn’t,” I replied hesitantly and then smirked, “I think you need to get your ears checked. Should we see a Doctor?”
His lips twisted into a bemu
