RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME ? SHUBMAN GILL ?

xxxviii | let me take care of you *

His touch was slow, soothing, almost hypnotic.

Navya sighed, melting under his care. "You're spoiling me."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Get used to it."

After he finished, he grabbed the oversized t-shirt she had worn earlier and gently helped her sit up.

He slid it over her head, his fingers brushing against her bare skin as he eased her arms through the sleeves.

Then, he grabbed her shorts, guiding her legs through them before tugging them up with careful precision.

Once she was dressed, he pulled the covers over both of them and wrapped his arms around her, tucking her against his chest.

His lips found the top of her head as he whispered, "Comfortable?"

Navya snuggled closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "Mmm. Very."

He exhaled, his grip tightening around her. "Good."

A comfortable silence settled over them, their bodies perfectly moulded together.

Navya nestled comfortably against Shubman, her heart beating in a steady rhythm as she listened to his steady breaths.

She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, and for a moment, she simply allowed herself to enjoy the intimacy, the peaceful afterglow that came with being close to him.

But after a few minutes, something stirred within her—an almost irresistible need to return the care he had given her.

Shubman had been so tender, so attentive, ensuring she felt loved and cherished. Now, she wanted to do the same for him.

With a soft sigh, she shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against his chest as she looked up at him.

Shubman's eyes were closed, his face relaxed in a contented expression, but she knew he wasn't asleep. He never could be when she was this close to him.

"Shubman," she whispered softly, running a finger down his jawline.

His eyes fluttered open, the deep, dark brown of his gaze locking onto hers. He raised a brow, a tired but knowing smirk curving his lips. "Mmm?"

"I want to take care of you too," she murmured, her voice laced with a mix of desire and affection.

His smirk softened into a genuine smile, his hand drifting up to gently cup her cheek. "You already do, baby. You don't have to—"

"No," she interrupted, shaking her head slightly. "Let me. I want to."

His expression softened even further, a glint of appreciation shining in his eyes. He nodded, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Okay."

She moved then, straddling him gently as she looked down at him, her hands trailing across his chest.

Shubman's breath hitched slightly, his hands instinctively resting on her hips.

The look in his eyes was full of warmth and trust, making her heart race with both the vulnerability and the desire swirling between them.

She leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to his lips, then trailed kisses down his jaw and neck, her lips soft against his skin.

His muscles tensed and relaxed beneath her touch, but he didn't interrupt her. He let her explore, let her take the lead, and it only made her want to do more.

Her hands moved lower, brushing over his abs before gently tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants.

Shubman's breath hitched again as she slowly peeled them down, revealing his body to her.