The room was quiet, except for the heavy breaths that filled the space between Monty and Romy. The soft light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over their faces. Romy's lips were still brushing against Monty's, trailing down gently to his neck. Each kiss was like a slow melody, soft and lingering, leaving warmth in its wake.
Monty closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the way Romy's fingers slipped into his hair, the way his lips worshipped every inch of exposed skin. It was overwhelming. It was surreal.
For a second, Monty forgot who he was. Forgot everything.
His heart raced. His breathing grew shallow. He felt Romy's hand on the back of his neck, holding him delicately, possessively.
And then—
His eyes flew open.
Reality struck like lightning.
His breath caught.
"Oh God… what am I doing?" Monty's mind screamed. What the hell, Monty? You're not Preety! You're not even a girl!
In a split second, he jolted backward, almost falling off the bed. His face flushed red, a mix of panic and guilt clashing violently inside him.
Romy, startled, blinked twice and leaned back. "Hey, hey! What happened?" he asked, confusion painted across his handsome face.
Monty, struggling to keep his voice calm, swallowed hard and said, "You… you said there wouldn't be any romantic stuff between us. Remember? You said that!"
Romy chuckled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, I did say that. But… I didn't know you had this much charm. I mean, come on, I didn't think I'd be this drawn to you."
Monty's internal monologue exploded. Drawn to me?! Oh hell no, you're attracted to a dude dressed as a woman, Romy!
He wanted to scream.
Instead, Monty forced a shy, fragile voice—his best "Preety" voice—to answer. "I… I'm on my periods. That's why… that's why we can't… you know… get close right now."
Romy's eyes widened with concern. "Oh no! That means you must be in pain too, right? Why didn't you tell me before?"
Monty blinked.
This man—this silly, dramatic, sweet man—was genuinely worried. Romy gently touched Monty's hand and said, "You just rest, okay? I'll go buy you some chocolates and ginger tea. It'll make you feel better."
Before Monty could utter a single protest, Romy had already slipped on his shoes and dashed out of the room like a knight on a mission.
Monty sat there in stunned silence, heart pounding.
And then he thought to himself, Preety sis… why did you leave such a caring husband? If only I were a real girl...
He bit his lip, gazing at the door Romy had just run out of. This guy… he's dangerously lovable.
Monty flopped back on the bed, groaning into the pillow. "What have I gotten myself into?!"
But somewhere, behind that flustered groan, a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
And maybe—just maybe—his heart skipped a beat, too.
Romy entered the room, holding a bar of chocolate in one hand and a cup of freshly brewed ginger tea in the other. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he approached Monty, who was sitting comfortably on the couch. Romy gently placed the cup on the table beside Monty and handed him the chocolate.
"Here, this should make everything a little sweeter," Romy said with a grin, winking playfully.
Monty took a piece of chocolate, his lips curling into a small smile, appreciating the gesture. "You know me too well," he replied, savoring the taste of the rich, smooth chocolate. "Thanks, Romy."
Romy sat down next to him, close enough that Monty could feel the warmth radiating from his body. They began watching a movie together, Romy casually scrolling through his phone to find something light-hearted. The movie that started playing was filled with romantic moments, the kind of scenes that made the air feel charged with a certain energy.
As the couple on-screen shared a passionate kiss, Romy couldn't help but feel the urge to kiss babe once more. His gaze lingered on Monty's face, studying his features, drawn to the softness of his lips. He could barely contain his desire to kiss him, to feel the electricity that sparked whenever they were close.
Romy turned to Monty, his voice low and teasing. "You know, your lips... they're like cotton candy. Soft and sweet. I can't help but want to kiss them."
Monty blinked, feeling his heart race at Romy's words. He tried to laugh it off, but his chest fluttered, and a warmth spread across his face. The compliment caught him off guard, and for a moment, he found himself lost in Romy's intense gaze. It was as if the world around them had faded, leaving just the two of them in this private bubble.
Romy smiled, his lips curling in amusement. He moved just a little closer, his breath soft against Monty's cheek. "I can't help it," Romy whispered. "You're irresistible. Your lips... they're the kind of thing I want to keep kissing forever."
Monty's pulse quickened, his breath catching in his throat. He couldn't deny the rush of feelings surging through him. Romy's words were intoxicating, and the heat between them was undeniable. But as the moments stretched on, a wave of confusion washed over him.
Wait a second. Is this... what it feels like to be attracted to a guy?
He wasn't sure. There had always been a part of him that assumed he was straight, but with Romy, everything felt different. It wasn't just the kisses or the chemistry; it was the way Romy made him feel. There was a connection, a pull that he couldn't quite explain. Monty's mind raced as his heart pounded harder in his chest.
Was he really thinking this? Could he be... interested in Romy this way?
Romy leaned in slightly, brushing his hand against Monty's arm. "You're really quiet," Romy observed, his voice soft. "What's on your mind?"
Monty's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't deny the tension that had been building between them. He had never been this confused, yet he couldn't stop the strange feeling of excitement. "I... I don't know what's happening here," he said, his voice shaky. "You make me feel things I didn't expect. And I... I don't know if I should feel this way."
Romy smiled warmly, understanding the unease in Monty's voice. He gently placed a hand on Monty's shoulder, his touch reassuring. "It's okay to feel confused," Romy said softly. "You don't have to have all the answers right away. But I'm here, and I think you should know something."
Monty looked at Romy, his heart racing as his eyes locked with his. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"I think we're just couple who have a lot in common," Romy said, his tone sincere but playful. "And maybe... maybe it's not so strange that I feel a pull towards you. You're incredible, Preety. I don't know what this is yet, but I'd love to find out together."
Monty felt his chest tighten at Romy's words, his mind still reeling. He had never expected this kind of conversation, but somehow it felt right. It was scary, yes, but also thrilling in a way that made him want to lean in closer, to explore this connection further.
Monty nodded, his heart beating faster than ever before. As they continued to watch the movie, the atmosphere between them shifted, becoming even more intimate, more charged.