I didn’t see Yudhi rest of the day. He was busy checking Google offices and his workplace. Dad took him around. Hope he didn’t spill my secrets. I wanted to talk to him before he said anything to my parents.

Later after dinner, mom and dad left for work and Abhi was busy with her homework. I couldn’t sleep, so went downstairs to get some water.

I didn’t notice Yudhi coming upstairs and when he was very close I couldn’t help looking into his eyes and the meltdown started. His face was so calm and firm, those lips were looking like grapes and I wanted to feel them with my teeth. Just then his face started changing colors and he looked at me with fear and concern.

I realized the reason, as I slipped and crashed into him.

He caught me with his right arm and his left arm went around my chest.

I screamed …

“Take your hands off me …” as his hand slammed against my breasts.

I could see the anger in his eyes as he removed his hands off me. I had to literally hang onto his shirt to remain up.

“Dammit… don’t drop me. Hold me …” my hands were all over his body fighting to get a grip. He was enjoying the show.

Finally his hands pulled me up and I was firmly in his hold again.

At that point my concern for falling was replaced with concern of hiding my feelings for him and controlling my  body parts which were eagerly trying to attach to him.

I had nowhere to hide my blushing face, so I buried deep into his chest and let his manly scent cloud my brain and senses. There was no point in fighting it anymore.

He took me back to my room and slowly disentangled himself.

“Next time, be clear if you want me to save you from falling over. I have no intention of putting my hands over you, but I can’t really pick and choose where to place my hands.”

“I was actually more hurt from your hands squeezing my boo… never mind”, I was flaming with anger.

He turned back to leave shaking his head ..

“Wait, don’t leave. I need to talk to you”

“About what?”

“You know … about our plane journey Newark to SF”

“What about it?” I noticed a mischievous smile pass his lips.

“I don’t want you tell anyone about my travel from Newark to SF with you.” I tried to sound strong.

“Why?” he was looking into my eyes for answers …

He was trying to milk the situation, but I had no choice.

“I told you earlier, that I have a boyfriend – Paul,  he family is from NJ. I was visiting him. My parents don’t know about it and I wanted to tell them at a later point when I am ready.”

I could see the pain in his eyes, but it passed away quickly.

“So, he likes to see you in those kind of outfits.”

“No, I didn’t take any clothes, as it was a short trip and I had accidentally spilled food on my clothes, so had to borrow clothes from his friends. Not my choice of clothes, but had to do with what was available as I was about to miss the flight.”

“I don’t like keeping things from parents, so please settle this as soon as possible. Let me now if you want me to talk to Reena.” He sounded genuine.

“Also I am sorry, I slept on you, as I had no sleep because of all the travel to spend a night at his home.”

“You spent the night at his place?”

I could see the horror on his face. He just turned and left without bothering to hear my side anymore.

“OMG !!!” he completely misunderstood me and now I am down to whore level. Every time I try to fix things I am making it worse. Now he has the worst opinion about me. "Huh! all the trouble for a fake boyfriend."

I remembered the proverb – “To cover one lie you need to tell thousand lies!!!”