My bad girl
And then like a single entity both fell on couch with Tamara over Caspian still holding fork in her hands.
“AD now tell me who is bad girl ??” said Tamara angrily without caring of the position they were in, she took hold of his collar and pointed fork near his nose.
Caspian was already lost in feeling of containment and completeness he was having with Tamara in his arms. The way Tamara comfortable stayed there without any hesitation made him feel home. The home he was carving from a long time. He tucked the long strand of her wavy brown hair behind her ears which was dangling over his face disturbing in soaking the love of the moment.
Tamara who was only thinking about herself being called as bad girl now was getting in the moment with Caspian. Her cheeks turned into slight shade of red with this closeness. She looked at his hand which was tucking her hairs and then she looked into his eyes. Unwillingly she was caught in that pair of brown orbs which were fixed on her already.