Rohan’s condo was pretty posh, as she expected. Huge picture windows, high-end appliances, gleaming quartz countertops. But what she didn’t expect was that it was also pretty…lively. Homey. Not the sterile corporate man cave she expected. Lots of family pictures, Indian-inspired art, a stunning Aegean blue-and-gray area rug that looked like an abstract Japanese wave painting, and to her utter shock, decorative throw cushions. Not a lot of color, but the place had a lot more Kamila-esque details than she had expected. And yes, he had a print of their momo cart on a shelf in the dining room.

“You didn’t do all this tzhujing for me, did you?”

He chuckled, burying his nose into her neck. “No. This is how my place has always looked.” He nipped her skin lightly with his teeth. Rohan appeared to be quite orally inclined. Nice.

“Huh. Looks nothing like your office.”

“Did you expect my home to look like my work?”

“No, I mean, I like it here. I still don’t understand why I’ve never been here before.”

He shrugged. “I…I was always at your place anyway.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good excuse.”

He raised his head from her neck and looked at her. “Fine. I didn’t invite you over because I thought…Kam, I never expected to get this far with you. Ever. I assumed I was destined to spend the rest of my life loving you from afar. It was easier for me not to have any memories of you in my own home.”

She smiled and pulled him on top of her. “Well, now that that train has left the station, we may as well make lots of memories.”

“Mmm…yes, brilliant idea,” he murmured before leaning to kiss her.

This wasn’t like their other kisses. Not like the soggy-sari one in the rain. Not like the one just now in the doorway. This was a whole-body kiss. He pressed himself on her, kissing her powerfully. This was her Rohan. His hand was on her butt, and there was no weirdness in sight.

“Fuck,” he said when he pulled back, sounding overwhelmed.

“Language, Mr. Nasser.”

He chuckled, sliding his hand to her belly.

“I don’t want to go too fast,” he whispered into her neck.

“You’re not. I’m okay. We have time to go fast, then slow, and then everything in between. I brought condoms. A big box.” She smiled, then arched her back to press his erection into her.

His pupils widened, then he laughed. “Trouble as always, Kam.”

“The dogs will probably be sleeping for a while,” she said, pushing his shirt up. “I’d love to see how the bolster pillows I bought match your room in person.”

He kissed her neck. “Whatever you want, Kamila, you can have.”