I park the bike, pull my visor up and dab my eyes as best as my helmet allows. He pulls in seconds later and gets off his bike. My hearts are beating a mile a minute, fighting my ribs to get out and to him maybe. He comes to me and lifts my helmet off me. I squint at him, he's taken his helmet off and his hair is in a delicious disarray. For the lack of anything, "I won" I beam at him, stating the obvious. He doesn't even blink. His eyes roaming my face, I've never seen him this unguarded. I gulp.
"mm-hmm" he acknowledges my statement. He's not smiling but I see relief and longing in him. Could he?
His eyes feral, moist and in anguish. He doesn't know to love? Yeah right! clearly.
"Liar" I whisper. He smiles.
"Why not just stop me?" I ask. He cups my face and says, "I would have, it was the plan. But then you told me how you lived all your life on others terms. I didn't want to take another decision out of your hands, rhea"
Oh shoot! I'm so so stupid.
My damn tears won't stop. His hands half
buried in my hair, his thumbs sweeps over my cheeks. My entire being centers on his touch..

- Sara Jothi