Birthdays and Cakes

When did he come so close to me and why? 

And his eyes, which always had the mockery and mischievous look had something else! 

Or was I imagining that too! 

Aaargh! I cursed inwardly.

"The cake is downstairs, let's go! But first, why don't you change into something... else?" he asked.

"Why downstairs? It's just you and me who celebrate my birthday, every year, here in my room. Everything must be done is as per your wish isn't it, even if it is my birthday!! And I just follow your orders. You don't want even our parents to join us. So why this sudden change of location and formality? And I am not dressing up for you, of all the people!" I said in a rush but regretted it immediately.

Why am I speaking like this? Even I didn't understand why I was so angry! Or perhaps I did, but didn't want to acknowledge it. The prospect of leaving him and not hear even his stupid sarcastic words had finally caught up with me. Nightmares about our separation and my lonely life in a faraway country have become frequent now, but this was the first time that I could feel it, literally, as I stood one foot away from him. A hot flush spread to my cheeks for a different reason and my eyes began to well. I turned my face away and pulled my Pooh bear shirt back on, wiping my eyes dry on the way.

"Mo, that shirt is three years old and it has a huge ice cream stain on it! Have you been emptying all the ice cream cartons in the fridge again?" 

I had enough of his sly remarks about my eating habits! 

"So, what if I have? Who are you to question what I eat and don't?" I didn't realize that I raised my voice till I saw Vic's hardened face.

He strode towards me and said, "why are you making a fuss about such a small thing? If you want to wear that stained shirt, then go ahead, be my guest. But..." 

I cut him off, "You are embarrassed to see me like this, right? I have seen your friends (I meant girls) in your pilot training academy; they all look so well dressed and pretty."

"Don't be silly! Where is this coming from, all of a sudden?"

"I am NOT being silly. Okay fine, I won't wear it. But I love this shirt. This was my birthday present..." I pulled out the shirt and sniffed it, unable to control myself.

"I know, I bought it for you, with my first salary when I worked at your father's place as apprentice, or have you forgotten that?"

Vic inched even closer and it was all too much for me. 

"I haven't forgotten anything, that's the whole problem. But you have no idea..."

I bit my bottom lip hard, and controlled myself for the fear of blurting out something that I would regret later.

Vic paused for a few moments but I stubbornly stared at him. He sighed and went to my wardrobe and pulled out a random shirt, without even bothering to see what it was.

It was a red frilly crop that I normally wore inside my jeans jacket. But I didn't bother arguing with him.

I pulled it on top my cami and it reached few inches above my shorts.

"There! Is that good enough?" I asked flippantly and walked past him downstairs, as he followed behind me and warned "Watch out!"

And I was glad he did, because the living and dining area downstairs were totally dark. I felt weird and my already stressed mind blanked out. Forgetting that Vic was right behind me, I said loudly "Why is the night light off?" and turned back to reach for the switch at the bottom of the stairs, and of course bumped again into Mr Tormentor-in-Curls.

As his hand reached out to hold me steady, near my waist where the cami rolled up again, I thought I heard him gasp, or did I imagine that? I wasn't sure, as my body went into a hyper mode and gave an involuntary shudder, the moment he touched me. 

Because Vic never touched me. Ever.

Ever since I knew him, there were many times when I patted him or smacked him (depending on my mood) but he always maintained his distance, something that impressed as well as irritated me. 

His hand was rough and warm, and as he moved it across my bare waist to steady me, my senses went for a toss... before I could absorb what was happening to me, all the lights turned on and I heard loud cheers behind me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I blinked hard and my eyes locked with Vic's gaze. Why was he looking at me like that? What was going on... but within moments, all my friends surrounded me. I let go of his T Shirt (I didn't even know I was holding it, till then) and exhaled.

The next few moments went by in waves of cheers as everyone wished or hugged me and led me to the coffee table where two large cakes were ready with candles.

I realized that all my college friends were there and of course my Mum and Dad and Vic's Parents too.

I felt embarrassed at my attire and understood why Vic wanted me to change. I looked at my parents but they were busy lighting the candles. As if he knew what was going on my mind, Vic walked up to me to handover the cake cutting knife and said in a low tone "You look fine... just enjoy the moment" and walked away.

12 am on the dot, I blew the candles, for the first time with all my friends and family.

I cut pieces of the cake and shared it with Mum and Dad, Vic’s Parents and my friends, but my eyes kept going back to Vic who was standing behind all my friends. Both cakes were dairy free, with a lot of icing just the way I liked, and still tasted so yummy. I wondered who baked them this time. Was it Vic? How could he bake so well? Perhaps Anya could sense me searching for Vic, so she pushed him towards me.

Vic murmured "Happy Birthday Misha" as he fed me a small piece of cake. 

Wait!

He never called me Misha, and why was he sounding so husky all of a sudden? 

Stop it! 

As usual, I was imagining things. 

I shook my head as I sliced a piece of cake with cherry and tried to feed him. But the icing being so soft, the cake began to slip away from my fingers.

Vic grabbed my hand...

oh my!! I will remember this day forever!

...closed his mouth around the cake and my fingers!

... And a hot rush which started somewhere in my core began to spread inside with lightning speed and I felt my cheeks burn.

His mouth was so warm and his lips, they were everything I imagined them to be, and more. My lips parted as I watched him close his eyes and lick my fingers. Was the cake so good? 

Damn it! 

Why couldn't he look at me when I was looking at him so desperately, ready to confess my love that I had buried for three long years!

He took his time, but I didn't mind, as I wanted to keep my fingers inside his mouth, like forever...

The whole thing probably lasted 2 seconds, but for me they were the best 2000000000 nanoseconds of my life.

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