Part 22
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As she walks in, she tries to shake off any nerves. She sneaks a glance at Mirza. He’s beaming at her.
“ Mirza, I’m scared “
“ Of what? Little ‘ole me? “ he smiles at her, clearly joking. But her gaze is drawn to his tented jeans. Her fear disappears, replaced by excitement. A second later, he bridges the gap between her. He places his hands on the hems of her shirt, hesitating.
“ Take it off “ he slowly peels off her shirt. His eyes drift down to her bra-encased cleavage. His breathing grows ragged, his expression was pained.
“ I just want to touch you “
“ I want you to touch me, too “
He takes her arm and guides her to the couch. Suddenly, he flips her around so he’s spooning her. His hand runs up and down her body, massaging every inch of exposed skin. She gasps.
“ Mirza… I can’t… please… “ she push herself back into him, feeling his erection pressing against her ass. He moans.
“ So not helping, Kirania “
His right-hand dips between her bra, as his left goes to her bra clasp. “ Kirania, do you want me to take it off? “
“ No, I want to keep it on “
He nods, flipping her back around so she has on her back. He runs his tongue across her navel.
“ God, Mirza, yes. Yes, please “ he grunts, his tongue traveling lower. He stops when he reaches her underwear. He gently places his hand on them.
“ You’re soaked. Do you want me to take them off? “
“ Um, I think we should stop for now “
He hesitates for a second. Then nods, disappointment filling his face. “ Mirza, I just want our first time to be… special “
“ Anything I do with you is special, Kirania “ she smiles at him, her heart doing cartwheels.
“ Soon, then “
But even as her emotions cartwheel in joy, she feels a flicker of trepidation. Mirza notices her hesitation.
“ What’s wrong? “
“ There’s something that keeps bothering me. I know you’re part of a massive business empire. But are you also… part of the mafia? “
Mirza freezes for a second, searching her expression. Whatever he sees, he relaxes. “ They teach you how to get under a man’s skin at a farm, do they? “
Chuckling, he pulls her closer. With a twinkle in his eye, he bends down and kisses her passionately. As he does, his reminder about s*x echoes in her head.
Soon…
***
She wakes up on Monday morning and immediately glances at her phone. There are zero text messages. It’s been a whole weekend since I spent the night at Mirza’s, and he hasn’t texted or called since. I’m beginning to think I went crazy and nothing between us.
“ What are you frowning about, Kirania? “ asking Nesya
Nesya’s across the room, donning her makeup for class. “ Nes… your brother, obviously “
“ What’s the devil done now? “
“ It’s what he hasn’t done, actually “
Distracted, she changes outfits. She smoothes down her shirt and looks into the mirror.
I know I’ve seen Mirza in a class all semester. But today feels different.
“ Today feels… weird. I haven’t seen Mirza in a couple of days “
“ And now, you’re worried that he’s ghosting you. If he does, don’t worry. I’ll kill him “
“ Thanks, Nes “
She shakes off any remaining nerves. After a final glance in the mirror, she heads to class.
***
She arrives at her politics classroom, only to see Mirza waiting at the entrance.
Well, well, well. Where have I seen this before?
She attempts to walk past him, but he stops her. He smirks at her forced nonchalance.
“ Did you know that you snore? “
“ Did you know that you’re an ass? “
“ Oh, come on, Kirania. I didn’t want to scare you off, that’s all “
“ Always ready with an excuse “
She walks to her desk and takes a seat, avoiding looking at him. Mirza takes attendance in a hurry. Then suddenly, without warning, he flips off the lights.
“ Surprise! It’s movie day “
The others murmur to each other in surprise. Grinning, Mirza addresses the now dark room.
“ Today, we will be watching a black and white movie about the early days of Indonesia. If you complain, I will fail you. Just kidding. Just don’t fall asleep “
“... Great “
She has happy to have a distraction from Mirza.
History. My absolute favorite.
As soon as the movie starts playing, she hears someone whisper into her ear.
“ Hey “
She jumps in her seat. Mirza is sitting right behind her, wearing a s**t-eating grin. She hisses at him, her heart still beating loudly in shock. “ Mirza! What do you want? “
“ How do you know I want anything? “
“ Because I can see right through your act “
He doesn’t move. His teasing smile makes her want to smack him on the head.
“ I’m trying to watch the movie “
“ Prove it “
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