He said, “I think I need to leave, um, bye. Good night. Reach home safe.” Confused, and with my car’s glove compartment open, I noticed my visiting card. I offered it to him in case he needed it, and he left.
“Then I started driving home, and all the way, I was thinking only about him. I was regretting why I didn’t make a further move. What if it might have led to a wonderful night? On the other hand, I was also regretting whether he judged me or if I did something wrong. Eventually, I reached home.
After parking and reaching the home’s gate, I got my keys from my bag, opened the door, and entered. Then, I locked it. I checked the time; it was 11. Feeling sad about what happened, I didn’t feel like changing. Neither did I feel like watching porn or doing something else. Instead, I went to the rack where a bottle of Smirnoff vodka was hidden, took it, mixed it with chilled soda, and started drinking while sitting on the sofa, just thinking about the kiss and Arjun.
Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. I was worried about who would visit me at this time. Anyway, I got up, went to the door, and looked through the see-through part. And, OH MY GOD, IT’S ARJUNNNNNNNN. I was completely shocked. Then, I unlocked the door. Seeing him completely drenched with his helmet on his elbow, we again made a lustful eye contact, and boom, we started kissing each other as if the world was going to end, very passionately, right at the door.”
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