Romantic Short Story – One Night
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Zayn once tried teaching J2EE Springs to me while going back home from office in our bus. I had prodded him to teach me because I loved him teaching geeky things to me.
He started, “what happens when you press a spring?“
I searched his eyes.
He looked at me expecting an answer.
I wanted to impress upon him so badly. Just how could metal springs be related to Java Springs? Is he pulling a trick on me ?
I crossed my brows and stared at him.
Zayn widened his eyes, “Come on, tell me“, he said. “What happens when you sprinkle water on a tiger?“, he added.
I turned to face him. I made a face at him.
“Tell, tell, tell“
“I’m not telling“
“Why“
“This is not what springs is about“
“This is what springs is about. When you press a spring, it comes back, isn’t that what a spring is ?“
I made a face at him and turned away facing the window.
His hand is sleek if I must admit. He took me into another tickle torture.
Yep, I loved it. But, does he know that?
The bus was pitch dark. We could hardly see each other‘s faces except when the bus whizzed past a halogen street light, his face illuminated.
Zayn was extremely,what do I say, hot? No Steamy. My heart used to pump harder. I used to feel very happy whenever I spend time with him. He has an uncanny ability to release ‘ happy hormones‘ in anyone. I saw him with his other colleagues. Once his colleague was crying in the bus. He took excuse from me to be with her. He put an arm around her(I was a lot jealous) and comforted her. She cried loudly for a moment (probably around 30 seconds) . He whispered something in her ear just how Kevin, my brother does to me. She became quiet. He got up gently and came back to me, to be mine for the rest of the night.
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