She had stayed like that for around five minutes now, hiding her face in my chest, her fists curled around, pressing against my back. She was being unusually sentimental today for a reason I couldn't guess.
I patted the back of her head gently, breathing deeply to smell her hair.
"I will never hurt-"
She suddenly broke off from my arms and put her palm over my mouth.
I looked at her in surprise. Her face was contorted with fear.
"Can we agree on one thing please?" she murmured in a stern voice, "Let's not make any promise to one another."
"But why?" I asked holding her palm gently.
"Because everything good crushes under the burden of expectations." she said huskily, ignoring my reaction and pulling me towards herself by the collar of my shirt, "Let's focus on only lust. Let's be uncomplicated."
Strangely though, when her lips burnt against mine the next moment, she tasted of complications. I smiled realizing how, quite oblivious to her, her kisses had stopped claiming 'I want you' and started whispering 'I need you' to me.
"What!" She snapped sharply.
"I promise I will never make a promise to you." I said, contrary to my own heart that had made so many promises to her already.
She slapped me and then kissed more.
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