[Chapter 7]

Lumira

I hated to worry Ayan but this was the only way to get him to come here without hesitation.

Ever since that sinful yet enthralling moment, which had me pleasuring myself two nights in a row, he has been ignoring me.

I am crazily missing him here and he's plain out of the book avoiding me like I don't exist. I talked to his sisters and they did say he wasn't too busy, then why?!

I get it. He's embarrassed and might think he assaulted me or something, but he should at least let me explain that it's okay, I don't mind at all. If anything, it made me all giddy and excited.

So yeah. This was the only way, and I'm not guilty for it.

And I'm so not guilty because the moment our lips touch, fireworks explode in my stomach.

None of us move, our lips just touching in a tender press. Ayan's still frozen and I let him unfreeze then pull away, searching in his eyes to see the reaction.

But he just swallows and grips the steering wheel tighter. He looks anxious.

My brows furrow, "What's wrong? Did you not like the kiss? Or still mad at me for lying?"

He clears his throat then looks back at me, I see him torn between emotions. He's disturbed for some reason.

I gently take his hand and smooth out his knuckles with my thumb because it had turned white from gripping too tight.

"Hey, you can talk to me about anything."

He ponders for a moment but relaxes, lacing our fingers together and sighing softly.

"I- uhm. I just don't want to do anything that might be wrong, y'know without the holy bonding of matrimony." He clicks.

My frown deepens. "Why would it be wrong? We're about to get married. We want each other clearly. We like each other." I explain.

He sighs again, turning on his seat and taking my hands in both of his.

"I know, and you're right. But you know  my mom's background. It's not seen in the good way if couples get too intimate without marriage. Mom wants me to be loyal to her roots.

It's not that I don't want to. Fuck, I'm crazy about you," We both chuckle at that. "But I can't. Not untill at least our engagement. Which is only the day after tomorrow by the way." He winks.

I blush, red tints surely coating my face as I nod slowly.

"I get it, Ayan. And I think it's really nice. It only makes the wait more worthy. I can wait for you as long as you need."

I don't know how did I become so bold but these past two days without him made me realize something.

I love him, and I can't stay long without him.

"Thank you," He presses a soft kiss to the back of my each hand, my heart goes all mushy at his cutesy antics.

"You're welcome."

"But I really missed you and want to spend some time with you." I pout.

He chuckles, getting back on to rev the engine and start the car.

"Let's go out for dinner." He says, he looks back and expertly swerves the car out of the driveway and pulling it onto the road.

The veins of his arms bulge out from the action and my mouth waters as images of what those hands could do flashes in my mind.

Since when did I become so dirty minded? This arrange marriage is doing things to me, things I have never experienced before.

"You didn't reply." I say when we take a booth at a random diner.

Ayan skims over the menu and orders large burgers and fries for us before focusing on me.

"When?" He puzzles.

I raise a brow threatningly. "When I said I missed you earlier. You didn't reply."

"What's there to reply?" Ayan feigns innocence, but the smirk at the corner of his lips doesn't go unnoticed by me.

So he likes to tease, huh?

"Nothing." Well, two can play the game.

Our order arrives and I keep eating silently. Not even looking up at him once.

"Lumira, right?" I snap my head up to see my college friend Kris waving at me.

"Hey, Kris!" I wave back and stand up to greet him with a hug.

I can literally feel the burning holes on the back of my head and smirk.

"Long time no see." I put a hand on his arm with deliberate intention, noticing from the corner of my eyes how Ayan's gripping a poor french fry tightly, murdering it.

"Exactly. You just disappeared girl."

"I know. I got a job and got too busy to keep in touch with anyone literally."

"It's fine, but it's really good to see you again. You look good." He wiggles his brows and twirls a loose strand of my hair between his fingers.

I smirk, grinning inwardly. "Thanks, you too."

Kris' eyes then land on Ayan behind my shoulder and he looks puzzled. "Who's this?"

"Oh." I turn back dismissively, "It's Ayan. My parents fixed my marriage with him."

I respond as if I don't care about his title or honor in my life.

"Oh shit. You're getting married? That's too soon, Lum." Kris exclaims dramatically.

"I know," I pout and exaggerate a sigh. "But I can't say no my parents."

This might have snapped something in him as Ayan stands up abruptly, slamming his hand on the table.

"I'm going." He states.

Before he leaves, I notice the flaring anger and hurt on his face and my heart sinks. Did I go too far?

"Ayan, wait!" I call but he leaves anyway.

"What's his problem?" Kris scoffs. "Maybe got a stick up his ass."

"Hey." I clench my jaw. "You do not dare to badmouth my fiancé like this. Piss off." I smack at his chest and run after Ayan.

He was in the parking lot when I finally get to him and grab his hand.

"Let me go, Lumira." He tries to yank his hand away without looking my way.

"No. Please listen to me." I plea, still holding his wrist.

"Let. Me. Go." He seethes but I can detect the hurt in his tone, making my heart ache in guilt.

"Never." With that I pull him to me with force and hug him tightly with my arms around his neck and face pushed there.

He fumes and heaves, regulating his breathing, not yet touching me.

I hug him only tighter and softly press a kiss to his neck. He shudders, wincing his head to the other side. I kiss his neck again and this time his breaths soften.

"I'll never let you go."

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