HEAT (MATHEW'S POV)

I was on cloud nine my family was at last complete. Having Catherine back in my life was the best thing that ever happened and she accepted me as a package with my sister, sister's husband, and my daughter. Dad and mom arrived to Bangalore last month and they apologized to me again. Megha's mood swings are extreme nowadays and her cravings are driving Krish crazy. She craves a lot of unhealthy food and her husband denies her and forces her to eat healthy food which leads to either an argument or an emotional melodrama of her telling her that nobody loves her anymore. She is angry at one point in time and happy the very next moment. She is very tough to handle her arguments have no logic at all nowadays but for sure Krish doing a very great job of handling her. It wasn't a problem to me because it was simple to handle her just agreeing to whatever she says but her stupid husband doesn't understand it, instead of agreeing with her he always argues with her and tries to make her understand things. Catherine also did not find any difficulty because she had bonded well with Megha and she had already witnessed all this during her friend's pregnancy.

The house was noisy as usual but it was filled today. Krish and Sahana were playing on their mobile, dad was busy on a call, mom was ordering some products for Megha as she was pregnant and then my Catherine and Megha were cooking for all of us. My parents showered love so much on Megha.

"Aunty I want to ask you something", Megha said

"Tell me dear", my mom replied smiling

"I want Mathew to get married soon"

"I was also thinking the same"

"No I want to take time, love her, and then get married", I said

"You are already 27, do you want to get married after getting old and grey? Just shut up and get married as soon as possible", my sister said

"You little brat why are you so keen to get me married and Catherine why are you silent take my side na"

"No Jones she is right we should get married when we are still young. Just listen to her you know right, she always says the things which are the best", my dear soon-to-be wife told me. Woah why is she now always supporting Megha and not me?

"You should take my sides not her's"

"Megha could please clean the couch? Yes, Jones what were you telling?"

"I just asked when should we get married", I surrendered myself to her as everyone around me started giggling. If I argue then I am sure that she is going to kick me out of the room, she can control me so easily, am I that weak? No, I am not but she is very dangerous.

Since Catherine came back to Bangalore, she stayed here with us. She showered her love towards Sahana and took the best care of her. At least my daughter was getting the motherly love that she had been yearning for years. Every night we slept with Sahana sleeping between us the view of my partner and daughter getting along with each other, having fun with each other, taking care of each other, and sleeping in close embrace made me feel good. This was more than enough for me.

I wanted to make up for the last few years which I had missed and spend some more days as lovers with Catherine and then get married but that little bratty sister of mine wants me to get married and Catherine just listens to her blindly and does anything and everything she asks her to do. After having dinner my parents took leave, they were living in my house. Then after having some discussions about my marriage we all dispersed to our respective rooms.

The next day I wanted to take Catherine on a beautiful date. I woke her up and told her about the date day though I didn't reveal the plan to her. I was waiting in front of the room for her, it's been two hours since she kicked me out of the room saying that she needs to get ready.

After a few more minutes she stepped out of the room. She was wearing a white one-shoulder crop top and a pair of sky blue jeans. Her brown eyes were glowing and the strips of black eyeliner added beauty to her eyes. Her soft lips looked glossy because of the products she used. Her brown hair which was falling on her shoulders could be compared to the cascading waterfalls. The mesmerizing look made me fall in love once again with her. I took a step forward and hugged her. As she snuggled into my chest, I dug my head into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent into my system. She gripped my shirt tightly as a drop of tear slipped down her eyes. I missed this warmth of her, she used to give me a hug each time when I was feeling down and hopeless, and her hug was more than enough to boost my confidence level. This moment standing in the middle of the house with her in between my arms, her ears on my chest I am sure she can listen to my heartbeat because it is pounding loudly right now, my face placed in the crook of her neck, and the tight grip of her on the shirt making the effort I have put in ironing it go in waste, reassured me that she is the one for me and she will stand beside me throughout my life. This one lady is more than enough to keep me high always and I am proud to say that I am addicted to her. After taking our own leisure time of enjoying each other's presence we started our date.

I borrowed Krish's bike because riding on a bike for a date is much more romantic than a car. I was driving while Catherine wrapped one of her hands around my waist and the other one was placed on my thigh.

I first took her to the nearby mall because she loved shopping. We stepped into the elevator. Soon the elevator completely filled the crowd inside pushing Catherine much close to me. A move back of a hefty lady pushed Catherine towards me. Our bodies collided and that moment made my heart start pounding. The temperature around started to get hotter and hotter. Her face was inches away from me, she looked irritated about the crowd and did not care about the heat of the moment and my urge to hold and devour her right away. I slowly held her waist and started moving my thumb. She jerked because of the sudden touch, she gave me a death glare.

"Will you remove your hand or should I break it", she said despite her red ears and cheeks. I immediately removed my hand in the fear of losing my arm. She was blushing and she could control her but I am here suffering because I want to touch her but she isn't allowing me to. Each second felt like an hour for me. The whole ride in the elevator was complete torture to me. What kind of effect did she have on me? Was I aroused by just standing next to her for a few minutes?