Aarohi's POV:

Oh my God. Karthik's lips are the most sweetest, softest, and have the most addictive taste.

And I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame. His kisses are urgent, and there's so much passion and longing in them, that I give myself in completely. I surrender my being to him- wrapping my hands around his neck as he now lifts me up, and my legs are around his waist, his hands on my back, a little rough.

He doesn't stop. The fast kisses have now slowed down and he is taking his sweet time to explore- leaving me gasping for breath. The jerk won't let me breathe.

We finally break apart and start gasping. I look at him to find him looking at me- his eyes dark, his lips swollen- but I know mine are worse- and the way he is looking at me, leaves my cheeks flowing with blood.

"Well", Aaron interrupts us and we look at him. "That was a nice show. You almost destroyed my eyes and make me wanna puke, but, a good performance, in general."

Karthik groans, as I untangle my legs from his waist, and get down. "Take Lizzie with you and go home. Tell my relatives that I'm crashing home."

Aaron rolls his eyes and nods, not questioning anything. He then pulls Lizzie, who although reluctant, goes with him, after Karthik promises to see her tomorrow. She sniffs me a last time and gives my hand a lick before going.

"Come on", Karthik says, and he grabs my hand roughly, and pulls me with him. I'm suddenly shy and unsure of what to do. And I don't understand what he's doing either. But I trust him with my life, so I don't question him.

Karthik asks me to call the people I am staying with and inform them about the situation. I don't call them. I send Emma a text message. I know the boys will be protective and furious, but I needed to be alone with Karthik. And Emma would understand that. I switch off my cell phone after Emma replies and I know Karthik has done the same.

About fifteen minutes later, both of us reach a small cottage. It is rather isolated and the roof is buried under snow, but it's beautiful. And it makes my breath stop and heart rate increase, for some reason.

He opens the door, and like a gentleman, asks me to step inside first. I blush and walk in. He then switches on the light inside the house. And I catch my breath again.

It is so beautiful. The living room is cozy with a leather couch, a small round table and a fireplace. There are some books kept above the fireplace mantle, and a few photographs of Karthik with his parents, with Lizzie, with his friends, and with me. I turn red, and walk inside the kitchen, mesmerised. It's not a huge kitchen, but it is well furnished. And there's only one bedroom and a bathroom attached to it. I don't dare to go inside the bedroom.

I walk outside to see Karthik standing up, staring at me.

"Your place is gorgeous", I comment and he smiles. He looks slightly nervous.

"Thanks", he says. "I rented it a few days ago and moved in. I didn't want to stay with my relatives. I needed to live alone. And the rent isn't much either."

"That's good", I say, nodding my head. "It's warm and soft and cozy."

"Kinda like you", Karthik says and I blush furiously.

He then looks at me, his eyes dark once again, as he darts towards me and cups my face, and starts kissing me feverishly. I throw my arms around him and respond right back.

It's like we can't get enough of each other. And it's true.

"God I've missed you so much", Karthik murmurs, as he leads me to his couch and makes me sit on his lap. He hugs me from behind, his hands on my waist, and he puts his head in my hair and smells it, and sighs. My heart is out of my control and I've never felt something so out of the world before. I want him. I want to be with him. I'm never gonna get enough of being together.

He kisses my neck from behind and I shudder. He then chuckles, and bites my earlobe, and says, "Should we have some hot coffee? We have a lot to discuss."

"Yes please", I nod my head. He then kisses my hair, and takes my hand. We walk into the kitchen.

He then busies himself with making coffee, and I ask him, "So what are you doing here?"

"I'm studying at the University", he says, as he brews the hot coffee. "My course technically starts in spring, but my parents thought it was a good idea for me to go and live there on my own for a while. I even got a job at the local cafe, three blocks from here."

"Wow", I say, impressed. "So you've applied for Masters in Mechanical Engineering?"

"Yeah", he replies and then gives me the steaming cup of coffee.

"Thanks", I smile and so does he. He then takes my free hand and we sit on the couch once again.

"So, how's your course going on?" He asks, as he takes a sip.

"It's going good", I reply. "It's a little difficult, but I'm managing. As a treat for the end of exams, me and my friends decided to come here and celebrate Christmas."

"You and your friends", he says slowly.

"Yeah", I nod. "One of my friends has a vacation home thingy here."

"I see", he says. His expression is blank but I know what's going on in his mind.

"Yeah, you know, they were helping me try not to mope around over not talking to you and missing you like crazy", I say, my voice light, but there's a sudden, expected drop in the atmosphere.

He puts his cup down on the table. "Why didn't you tell me before, Aarohi? I have loved you since we were kids! I thought you considered me to be your brother or something and I was seriously messed up. And then one fine day, after telling me you love me, you just disappeared! Do you know how much that hurt me?! I was going insane!"

I put my cup down too and frown at him. "I didn't know you love me too! I thought you looked at me like I'm your sister! And then I left for America and you know how I get with long distance relationships!"

He scoffs. "Come on! I have been in love with you since forever. You think we wouldn't have survived a long distance relationship? You just have a habit of assuming things and running away from them! And then I have to chase you down and bring you back to reality!"

I get up now, angrily. "Fine", I grit my teeth. "If you hate chasing me or loving me or whatever, I'll just leave-"

He grabs my hand and pulls me down and I land on his lap. He then whispers in my ear, "This is exactly what I meant by you assuming things. You are not going anywhere. I'm never leaving you. Ever. Do you get that? I will chase you to the ends of the Earth if I have to, to bring you back to me."

I turn around and look at him and he is staring at me with his dark, angry eyes. The eyes which trap me every single time I look at them.

And then he takes the plunge. His mouth captures mine with unbound intensity, and I respond with equal urgency. It's like both of us are putting our feelings out there, through our lips.

I then get up and sit on his lap, facing him. My legs go around his waist, and he holds me closer, and we kiss again.

We just can't have enough.

He bites my lower lip, and I gasp. That makes him moan as he explores my mouth in depth. His hands are running up and down my back and my fingers are pulling his hair.

He then drops me on the couch, still kissing me, and he's on top of me. We never let go of each other.

He then hungrily reaches for my neck, and I gasp, as he bites it. He takes his time devouring it and I don't complain, as I take in this moment, burning it, ingraining it, inside my brain. I will never forget how this feels. How he feels.

"I love you", he mutters, as he dips his head into the crook of my neck, still kissing it. "I love you. You're so beautiful. I love you. I love you."

And my heart swells and warms with his words. I want to hear them over and over again.

He then guides me up and I'm in his lap once again. I let him lead, because I owe him that, and I want him to.

We end up kissing again, with more passion, with more fire.

He then breaks us for air, and pants a little. "Okay", he says. "I think that's enough. If we carry this further, I won't be able to stop."

He then tries to get up but I push him down and kiss him again. He's taken aback but he responds quickly.

When we break apart again, I whisper in his ears, "I want you. I want you now. And I want you to be my first."

His eyes go wide and he gulps. "I- I can't-"

I just silence him again with a very passionate and long kiss.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, his voice husky.

"I love you", I say, and his eyes soften. "I've never been sure of anything else in my life."

He then kisses me, and picks me up. Damn, he's so strong. He leads me into the bedroom, both of us still struggling to gain control, both of us still kissing very hard.

"Don't turn on the light", I whisper, as he reaches for the switch.

"Are you kidding?" He asks, his breath coming out unevenly. "I will definitely not miss an opportunity to see you the way you are."

I blush and bury my head in his neck as he chuckles and his chest vibrates with laughter. He's so solid, so real, so arrogant at times. But I don't give a shit. He's mine. And I wouldn't have him any other way.

He switches on a very dim light and carries me in the same position to the bed.

Our kisses start getting out of hand.

Our shirts come off.

I can't help but stare at his abs. His eyes are fixated on me. My underwear is black but that seems to be turning him on a lot as he goes for me.

And we don't stop. We don't want to.

And it's one of the best feelings in the world. To be loved by somebody on a different level. To be surrounded by love. To be drowning in love. To be wrapped around in love.

It's a Christmas Miracle all by itself. He is the best present I could ever get.

We sleep peacefully in each other's arms. It is one of the best sleeps I have ever had in a very long time.

And when I wake up all of a sudden in the middle of the night, it all comes back to me once again. How I am in his arms, how we made love, how I'm sleeping with him.

Everything.

I smile widely, as I get up to drink water and switch off the light in the room.

He stirs next to me, and says, groggily, "What time is it?"

He looks so adorable with his unkempt, bed hair.

"Almost 2 am", I reply, as I take his appearance in once again. "Go back to sleep."

"Why are you up?"

"I'm thirsty", I reply.

He then gets up, and yawns widely. He says, "Come on, let's go drink water. Then we'll go back to bed."

"What are you afraid I'm gonna run away?" I tease him and he stares at me for a while before admitting, "Yes. Terrified."

I reach up to peck him, and he grabs my hand, as if afraid to let go. "Don't worry", I say. "I won't ever leave you."

He kisses my forehead. "Thank you. I really appreciate that." Then he looks me up and down and smirks. "And I really love you without clothes."

I blush and slap his arm. "Shut up."

He just laughs as he tags me along into the kitchen and we drink some water.

He then pulls me into bed, and kisses me once again. And soon that leads to round two.

And this time, I don't wake up abruptly. I don't wake up when the doorbell rings and when he removes his hand from my waist and kisses me on the forehead. I don't wake up when his jaw drops in shock as he sees the person at the door.

I sleep through it all.

Until the sound of a baby crying wakes me right up.

A/N: I will be keeping the chapters short from now on.