Page 32 of Love Locked
“Life is short, and it should be lived to the fullest. I want to lead a life that is filled with dreams and hopes. So, I have made a bucket list.”
“A bucket list?”
“Yes, it inspires me to complete certain things within a set time frame. I can add and change the items on this list. Making a bucket list allows us to focus on our beliefs and objectives while choosing major milestones and experiences we want to have in our lifetime.”
“Kyra, that’s inspiring,” Kabir responded, impressed.
“There are a few things I think we can do together—”
“Uh-huh…If you want me to help you cross some items off the list, you have to share the complete list with me first,” Kabir said.
“The entire list has nothing to do with you. It’s personal.” Kyra’s face flushed as she recalled a few parts of it.
“Princess, ‘personal’ flew out the window the moment you suggested this ludicrous plan to me.” Kabir raised his brow.
Kyra should have realised that Kabir was the kind of person who would dig deeper into the details of her list. It contained too many personal wishes. She never imagined he’d agree to this plan of hers. She was just babbling when she even suggested that. Fumbling with her phone, she opened her note app and thrust it into his hands.
Kabir watched her intently, his curiosity sky-high when she blushed before showing him her phone. He scanned the list and stiffened. She had made a list that seemed innocent, but it fucking wasn’t.
Kyra’s Bucket list >>>
1. Cuddle by the fire
2. Make a snowman
3. Go mini-golfing
4. Eat roasted marshmallows at the campfire.
5. Kiss On The Eiffel Tower.
6. Sex at the workplace
7. Skydive
8. Give a Lap Dance
9. Long drive on a Bike
10. Say I love you
11. Go camping
12. Mile high club (Sex on a plane)
13. Role play like Christian & Ana (Fifty Shades of Grey)
14.
He cleared his throat and handed her the phone, taking in her face, which was now a little pink. It made him want to distance himself from her to refrain from doing something like ravishing her like a horny man.
“Nice list,” he said huskily.
“Y…yeah. Thanks.” Kyra was awkwardly rooted to the spot. Maybe she was overthinking.
“So, let’s handle lunch before we cross off some things on your list,princess.” He scanned her as if she were the lunch option he sought.
Kyra could feel his gaze like a burning fire. She wanted to fling herself in his arms. So instead of doing something idiotic, she fled upstairs, flopping herself on the bed only to stare at the ceiling. She closed her eyes to calm her racing heart, hiding her face in her palms. She could still feel Kabir’s loaded gaze scrutinising her, and his handsome face flooded with something…something like lust? She smiled at the idea although flushing from head to toe.
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