Busted?

‘Arin?’

The drowsy voice purrs in my ears as Ibhaan snuggles closer, almost cocooning me between his back and arms.

He has embraced me in clutches with my back pressed against his front and overlooking the Pacific ocean. If I turn around, I’ll get a nostril full of his misty scent which is highly addictive and intoxicating. And the dreadful morning breath that will have me puking my guts in a loop.

It has to be five or six in the morning. The sun is yet to dip out of the horizon. However, its warm redness with tinges of orange and tangerine has spread across the perimeter in a welcoming warmth.

It is a rather gloomy day like it may pour any second. The ferocious ocean breeze flirts with the curtains and chiming bells on the balcony.

The chirps of the birds fade in the background but the voices in my head are loud and so are the thunders in the sky.

Hissssssssssss…

Ella spits in agony, waking me up in a jolt. My whole body tenses and core muscles tighten.

I cannot hold back. She