Vihaan was half lying on the sofa chair next to the sofa in which Shana was sleeping, his hands supporting his head at the back, legs crossed and supporting themself on the table, his eyes solely on sleeping Shanaya.
Sitting there, his eyes fixed on her, the thought of their deeds at night made his body shiver with excitement and something more, and he shifted in the sofa chair. He had not closed his eyes since the night, for he was not sure when he was going to have another chance of seeing Shanaya at such proximity.
And was not she beautiful at the proximity too. With no trace of makeup, all herself, she was pretty, cute, beautiful and all the words he could find to praise her.
Remembring her expressions, he smiled. He was correct about Shanaya, she was, one of those girls who would look innocent but, on the bed they were wild, and Shanaya was no doubt wilder than any girl he has met.
