I kissed him.
And he let me.
No hesitation.
No teasing.
No pulling away.
Just Mehul, melting into me like he had been waiting for this all along.
And maybe—maybe he had.
At first, it was slow.
A test.
A push.
But then—Mehul sighed into my mouth.
And that?
That completely wrecked me.
Because that was surrender.
That was him giving in.
And I?
I wasn't about to waste that opportunity.
I tilted his chin up, deepening the kiss.
Fingers tracing over his throat, his jaw, down his spine.
And Mehul?
He shuddered.
Like he wasn't used to being the one unraveling.
Like this was new for him.
I pulled back slightly.
Enough to see the way his lips were parted, his breath uneven.
Enough to hear the tiniest, softest sound escape him.
And that?
That was it.
That was the moment I lost all patience.
I didn't wait.
I didn't hesitate.
I gripped his waist, pulled him flush against me.
And Mehul?
He let me.
No resistance.
Just his hands clutching my shirt, his body pressing closer.
Like he wanted me to take control.
Like he had been waiting for me to do this.
I dragged my lips along his jaw, down his throat.
And when I bit down—
Mehul gasped.
Soft. Breathless.
And the way he clung to me after?
I was done.
Completely.
Because Mehul wasn't teasing anymore.
He wasn't playing games.
He was giving in.
To me.