When I woke up, Vedansh was sleeping peacefully beside me, his face buried in my chest. He looked so calm and innocent, a complete contrast to the intense man from last night. I smiled to myself and silently slipped out of bed.

After freshening up, I decided to make him breakfast. He always cooks for me, and this time, I wanted to do something for him. I checked the fridge and found some eggs and veggies, so I got to work. I was busy at the stove when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind.

He: "Why do you always wake up so early? I wanted to sleep in with you more."

Me: "Because I'm making breakfast for you."

I served him a plate, and I was about to take my first bite when he asked, his expression completely innocent.

He: "How is your throat feeling this morning?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. He was giving me such a guileless look, as if he had no idea why my throat might be feeling a little sensitive.

Me: "It's fine."

He: "That's good to hear. Otherwise, I would have had to be gentler with you."

This man. I just shook my head with a small smile and quietly ate my breakfast. After we finished, we washed the dishes together. Standing there, side-by-side in his kitchen, his apartment was starting to feel less like a place and more like a home.

He: "Get ready. I want to take you somewhere."

Me: "Where are we going?"

He: "It's a surprise, but wear something comfortable and light. It'll be warm there."

Me: "Okay, but why don't you pick my outfit yourself?"

He smirked, closing the distance between us until our faces were just inches apart. He placed his hands on my waist, tugging me a little closer.

He: "Are you sure? Because whatever I choose, you have to wear it. No arguments."

I didn't know what he was planning, but it couldn't be that bad, right?

Me: "Yes, sir. I will."

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He opened his cupboard and pulled out a flat, elegant-looking box. He handed it to me.

He: "Put it on. Right here, in front of me."

My heart thumped as I opened the box. Inside, nestled on black satin, was a stunning set made of black silk and delicate mesh. It was a full lingerie set, beautiful but incredibly sheer. Alongside it were a few small, shiny clips that I didn't recognize. I was completely confused about what they were for and how this sheer outfit was supposed to be warm.

He came closer, his presence overwhelming.

He: "You will wear it for me, right?"

Me: "I would, I just... I don't know where the clips go."

I asked him, my voice trembling slightly. His eyes darkened, and I could feel the tension coiling in his body.

He: "I will help you with that."you

I nodded, my consent silent.

He: "Remove your t-shirt."