I should have pulled away.
Should have ended the night right there.
But Vihaan?
He wasn't done.
And neither was I.
His lips were still on mine.
Still demanding. Still teasing.
His hands were still on my waist, firm, grounding, pulling me closer.
I wasn't thinking anymore.
Just feeling.
Because this was Vihaan.
And he kissed like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Like he had been waiting for this.
Like he had already decided we weren't stopping.
And the worst part?
I didn't want to stop either.
At some point, he shifted.
Pushed me down against the couch.
Hovered over me, one hand bracing against the cushions, the other sliding under my jaw.
I swallowed hard.
Because this was different.
Vihaan had always been playful, teasing, pushing his luck—
But now?
Now, he was in control.
And I?
I was letting him.
Completely.
His lips left mine, trailing lower.
Across my jaw.
Down my throat.
Slow. Testing.
Like he was waiting for me to stop him.
But I didn't.
And he noticed.
"Mehul."
His voice was low. Dangerous.
I swallowed. "What?"
His grip on my waist tightened.
"Tell me to stop."
…What?
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze.
It was dark. Unreadable.
Like he was holding himself back.
Like he was waiting for permission.
My chest tightened.
Because I realized—this was Vihaan.
Loud. Annoying. Unbearable.
But never careless.
Never without making sure I wanted it too.
And the truth?
I wanted it.
I wanted him.
So instead of answering—
I reached up.
Pulled him back down.
And kissed him like I wasn't going to let him leave.