The dirty dishes were still on the table , the discarded clothes still on the kitchen floor , lights still on and Maria still in Parth’s arms , still on his bed , under his sheets , glued to him . She drew random figures on his chest while staring at him as he slept soundly .
Inching closer to his face , she lightly touched his chin , his nose and kissed his forehead . He seemed calm like a clear sky after rain.
“Cute …” she whispered with a smile . She wanted to bite him , kiss and taste him but she also wanted to watch him sleep like a baby , right next to her .
Sighing , she caressed his hair , patting on his head , then touched his ears . Holding back a giggle , touched his lips . “Parth …” she whispered , “Parth sir…”
His lips twitched but he didn’t wake up .
‘Must be tired af
