The Love Asana

On impulse, Pari turned the fan towards him and playfully brought it close to the curve of his neck, watching mesmerised as his hair blew about silkily. She stopped suddenly as Vivan moved one hand away from the steering wheel to grab her wrist and pull her hand down. In a second, Pari was again acutely aware of the scorching chemistry that had constantly thrummed between them below the surface. She let the fan drop to the carpeted car floor; intensely conscious of the touch of his fingers still burning their impact on her wrist, even though his hand had gone back to the steering wheel … still imagining those sensuous fingers of his now on her waist, pulling her close into his body.

‘I guess it works,’ Vivan said, his voice thick with desire. ‘In more ways than one.’

Pari reined in her fantasies as she stammered an apology. ‘I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you.’

Luckily they had already pulled up outside her apartment block. Vivan brought the car to a halt, putting a brake on her uncontrolled imagination. After what had almost happened in her class, the last thing she needed was to let him see the effect he was having on her. I should say thank you and get out quickly. Not insanely have these repeated lustful fantasies about the feel of his lips against mine