Chapter Twenty Three

Waking up the next morning, I didn't find Arnav beside me.

Where did he go?

But then I noticed the clock and holy shit it was almost 1 PM. 1! I haven't slept in this late since college! And that was on a sleep recovery day!

How the hell did I manage to sleep this late- oh!

The moment I shot up in bed, I felt a soreness and pain in between my legs, blasting me back to what had happened the night before.

Wait we... we actually....

Blush appeared on my cheeks and made me feel warm.

Arnav and I have actually done it, him and I... I can't believe it!

I was just too giddy, grabbing onto Arnav's pillow with joy! And remembering Arnav's confession for his love for me made me even giddier!

Eeeeeeeeepppppppppppp!!!!!!

But wait, where is he? Looking around the room, all I saw were our clothes on the floor, well, except for Arnav's sweats, which were gone. But my eyes were glued to his black t-shirt laying on the floor.

Should I? ...why the fuck not?

Slowly getting out of bed, I picked up his shirt and made my way to get ready for the day. Once I was all washed up, I put on Arnav's T-shirt and went looking for him. It wasn't long before I found him, in the kitchen, in nothing but his sweats.

Good lord, am I lucky to have this Adonis as a husband or what? I still can't figure out what I did to deserve this.

Especially because not only did I get an Adonis, but a chef as well.

That's right - Arnav Singh Raizada is cooking.

I think my fat ass may have failed to put can cook on my list of Mr. Perfect's qualities, only because I didn't want to feel like I was some fat pig, but fuck it, I should've wrote it because it's important for a man to know how to cook, and my lord, seeing Arnav do his thing was making me horny.

That's right, I'm officially a horndog. I've only had sex one time in my life, and now I'm letting my sexuality be more, er, fluid.

Is that even right? Eh, what the heck do I know?

I made my way over to him and judging from the smell, whatever he was making was going to be really good!

"Good morning."

Ugh geez why does my voice sound so soft and almost whispery for? Woman up woman!

Arnav turned to me. "Good-"

But he paused the moment his eyes met my only-wearing-his-shirt clad body. My legs were totally on display and by the look on his face, I could tell that he was loving it.

Yes! My plan is a success!

Note to self: get more backless blouses and wear his t-shirts more often.

Lowering the heat on the stove, Arnav walked over to me. He placed his hands at my waist, looking down at me.

"An interesting choice of wardrobe," he said, glancing down at my body.

"It's comfy."

"It is, hmm?"

His hand began to wander down to where the hem met my flesh and traced along there.

"It's also quite distracting," he murmured.

I forced myself not to gasp. "It is," I breathed.

"Hmm," was all he replied with, his finger still continuing on its journey.

Pleasure was beginning to bubble within in me and I pursed my lips, not wanting to let out a moan. I mean geez, just because I'm becoming a horndog doesn't necessarily mean I'm just gonna put a neon sign on my head about it.

"I need to feed you," he said, although it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than me.

"Hmm," was all I could bring out of my mouth.

Gosh I'm so pathetic!

Arnav looked up at me and caressed my cheek, and like every other morning before, he kissed me, although not as intensely, but it was still very passionate. He led me over to the counter and made me sit. After asking what I wanted, he made me a nice mean bowl of cereal, and I dug right in.

"What are you making," I asked in between bites.

"Butter chicken and rice."

What?!

Immediately I started choking around my cereal and Arnav immediately got me water and patted my back.

"Are you okay," he asked. "Look up and breathe, it helps."

I did as he said, his hand at my chin. Moments later I was back to normal and gulped down the whole glass of water.

"Khushi- what the?!"

I didn't wait another moment and made my way over to the stove to breathe in the aroma. Honestly, the entire time I was smelling what he was making, I had a moment where I thought that it was definitely butter chicken, but chose not to think that because I mean no way! But lo and behold, my husband is making exactly that!

My favorite!

"When will it be done," I asked, grinning like a little child.

"Khushi you were just choking," he said, completely bewildered.

"And now I'm fine," I said with a roll of my eyes. "When will it be ready," and I flashed my teeth at him.

To say that he was entertained was an understatement and he came over beside me, stirring the contents of the pot. "It should be almost done; it just needs to simmer a little more. The rice is ready-"

"Say no more!"

I grabbed two plates, one for him and one for me, and began to put rice on my plate.

"You wanna eat now," he asked.

"Fuck yeah! I want me some butter chicken," I grinned, rubbing my hands together.

Arnav tried hard not to smile, but I didn't care if he did. I was being silly and I knew it, but I didn't care, not when there was butter chicken involved!

I placed some rice on his plate, stopping when he told me to. Arnav took my plate and placed some chicken on my plate, putting a little extra curry as per my request. Once he put some on his plate as well, I dug right in, my hand diving into the plate.

"What the!"

Arnav looked at me in shock as I put a morsel in my mouth, but his expression changed slightly when I moaned around my hand.

That's right, I moaned, leave my fat ass alone!

"Eh mah gyash," I moaned in pleasure. "Arnav this is so fucking delicious, I didn't know you could cook?"

"Oh um... its just a necessary skill one needs to live."

"I don't think there's many men in this world who know how to cook. Most probably just expect their spouse or mom to cook for them," and I rolled my eyes in disgust, remembering that mama's boy we went to see a while back.

Wow, a lot has changed since then.

I wonder if he ever found his chef? Or did he try to learn using food network? Eh, who cares, I want me some more butter chicken!

I resumed my little feast, and little did I realize how much I was pigging out. I mean seriously, I had curry dripping down the side of my hand and like the pig I am, I licked it away.

...and Arnav was staring at me.

Fuck!

Feeling absolutely embarrassed, I pulled my pinky finger out of my mouth and looked down, poking at my food. It was then that I noticed that Arnav hadn't eaten a single bite.

"Aren't you hungry? Your food is getting cold."

Arnav snapped out of his trance and glanced at his plate before looking at me. "No, yeah, I will, I'm just... entertained."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I wanted to bury myself in the pot of butter chicken.

Hai DM, why am I such a child? Like what the fuck Khushi, get it together woman!

"Hey..."

Arnav reached out and caressed my cheek, turning me to him. However I was quite embarrassed and couldn't meet his eyes. They did though, however, when he brushed his thumb near my lip, scooping away the bit of curry that hadn't made it in my mouth.

Good lord I'm such a slob! He married a pig!!

Arnav placed his thumb in his mouth, sucking it away, and I was instantly jealous of that thumb of his.

Don't ask, just... don't.

"Clearly you like my cooking," he smiled softly.

Like is an understatement, this was the bomb! But I wasn't going to embarrass myself any further so I nodded instead. He smiled in return and as I placed another morsel in my mouth, Arnav reached for a spoon.

"Um, what are you doing," I asked before I could even stop myself.

Arnav paused in confusion, holding the spoon midair. "What do you mean?"

Well, since I've already stepped one foot in the mud, I may as well put in the other foot. "Why are you using a spoon?"

"How else am I supposed to eat?"

Um... was he not just entertained by my antics? "Um, with your hand? Like me?"

Arnav glanced at my messy hand and then at me. "Um... I don't eat with my hand."

"Sure you do; you do when eating roti."

"That's different."

"Not one bit - desi food is meant to be enjoyed to the fullest. You gotta eat it properly which means every last bit of it by eating with your hand."

"Is that so? Says who?"

"My dad," I said proudly, straightening my spine.

"Ah... I see." Arnav placed his spoon down on the counter. "But I've never really eaten rice with my hands before - care to feed me?"

My eyes widened on the spot. Adonis-husband-of-mine-who-is-a-chef say what?

A small smirk appeared on his face and I gulped down the bite that was in my mouth.

"Well?"

Uh....

"If you don't, then I won't be enjoying food the way dad says I should be," he smirked playfully.

Oh? Okay, I see how it is. Let's play this little game.

I lifted my curry-covered finger at him and curved it. "Move over."

The small smirk remained on his face as he moved his stool closer to mine. As he did, I prepared another morsel in my hand and once he was seated, he opened his mouth for me and I placed the morsel in his mouth, keeping my eyes on his. Not once did he drop his gaze and neither did I. Even though I was only feeding him, the moment was rather intimate, and I just absolutely loved it.

"Hmm, I think I understand what he meant," Arnav said.

My eyebrow instantly arched up. "Meaning?"

"It definitely tastes better when being fed by hand."

"Oh?"

"Mm hmm. And even better being fed by your hands."

Is that so? "How would you know when you haven't even tried eating with your own hands?"

"I just do."

Eep!

Our gazes refused to drop and I didn't mind one bit. However I did need to feed my man, as well as myself, so I dropped my gaze first and continued to feed the both of us. We set aside his plate to eat later and just focused on what was on my plate because of course, my piggy self overestimated my poor tummy's capacity.

Once lunch was complete and I had washed my plate and put his in the fridge, I turned to find Arnav right behind me. And before I could even get a word out, Arnav picked me up into his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"What the?"

I bit my tongue immediately but it was too late.

"Am I becoming an influence on you," Arnav grinned.

I chose not to answer and buried my face in his neck, and ugh he smelled divine! "What are you wearing?"

"Sauvage. Like it?"

I inhaled his scent once more and nuzzled into his neck. "Hmm."

Arnav chuckled and it vibrated through my body. "Time to wash up."

Huh?

Arnav headed to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He walked over to the vanity and placed me down, the cool marble definitely snapping me out of my daze.

Wait a minute, are we about to shower together?

Eeeppppppp!!!!!!