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Green Eyes
Chapter 3
India was anxious. Why shouldn’t she be? She's not exactly wearing what she normally does? C’mon. India wears stuff like Jeans, shirts and ballet pumps. As for makeup, it was nothing. But today she was wearing a Red dress(Which had quite a *ahem*deep neckline) and the red heels she wore the first time she met paul.She giggled when she remembered what had happened when they were stuck in the lift. It was the only time she ever had an intimate moment with Paul. She indulged in her memory as she reapplied her eyeliner:
Waking up, India had expected to be in her rather small bedroom of deep blues. What instead greeted her was four walls of silver.Metal, she realised. She should be cold, but instead she was warm all over. A somewhat fleshy pillow was beneath the side of India’s head. “What the...?”She muttered. Then, as if thoughts could ravage you like a current of waves-it hit her. Straightening up, she glanced at the man beside her. Paul. Unlike yesterday, you could begin to see the slight stubble powdering his jaw. She like that. She yearned to ruffle through his thick black hair, or snuggle into his arms. But knowing what she should do, she woke the man up.
“Hey sleepy head” She whispered. Paul stirred and then woke. His Green eyes were clouded with sleep as he woke up.
“Where the fu...” And then his face showed signs of remembering.”Ohhh”He smiled. Raising an eyebrow, India began to sort her hair, sneaking glances at the man she only met yesterday, but had spent a night with.Oh yes, sure she had drunken meetings with complete strangers, but this...this felt somehow...different.
“So, what’s the time” She asked. Paul looked at his watch.
“Its 8:00.”
“Good, good. They’ll be coming in a bit.”India had replied. She felt sad. Why?
Passing the time, India and Paul began to talk. About everything, their aspirations their everything. When quite had become unawkward, they slipped into it. Then all of a sudden, silence was replaced with confusion, as the lift jerked to one side. But instead of her face and the wall becoming friends, she had landed into something soft.
Oh gosh she had landed in Pauls lap. Blushing as red as her heels, and stammering she tried to get off him till- “thud” The lift had jerked to the left now. Now Paul and India seemed to be too close to comfort as the slid to the other side of the lift. Paul’s hands had landed to the either side of her head. Then they began to lean in to each other, trying to close the space. Their lips were a hair’s breathe away.
“THUD”
“Oh for fu-“He was cut off as India had landed on to him. They stayed there, India’s tiny hands splayed across his chest.
“Ahem, sorry to disturb” A Scottish voice boomed through the top “but we’re coming to lift you out now, hang on now” India and Paul jumped to their feet.
India giggled at these memories. Then confidently she walked out the ladies room, only to bump into the man she was dolled up for.
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