Chapter 133 - Short Lived Moment.

Oliver was stunned when he heard Kyra's request. 

Him, painting her face??

He painted when he was a teenager but it was just a hobby to him. To be even more Frank, he accompanied his sister while she learnt painting. 

"I might not be good, Ky. I don't want to paint a pretty face and make it look horrible." he said, waving his hand as a sign of saying no. 

"I am not expecting you to draw as it is." Kyra said. 

"No, Ky. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of my girlfriend." Oliver said. 

"Please." Kyra requested with a puppy face. 

Oliver sighed inside. How can he say no now?? He can't bring himself to do it after seeing those eyes. 

"How could I say no if you ask like this?" Oliver said and stood up. 

However, instead of walking towards the canvas he walked towards Kyra and stood in front of her and leaned towards her. 

"Ky, I would ask for something in return and you shouldn't say no, okay?" he whispered to her. 

Kyra's mind filled with dirty thoughts and blood flooded towards her cheek. However, she did a fine job in concealing them. 

Coughing a bit, she gulped. "As long as it's in my ability and I am comfortable with it " she answered. 

"Of course. I wouldn't be asking something that would make you uncomfortable too." Oliver said. 

"Then, it's a deal." Kyra smiled. 

Oliver smiled and kissed her forehead before walking towards the canvas. 

He sat down and stared at Kyra. This time he could stare at her beautiful face however he wished. 

After an hour or so…

"Don't laugh. And, don't comment." Oliver said and placed the brushes on the table. 

Getting the clue, Kyra sprinted excitedly towards Oliver and took a glance at the painting. 

He didn't paint. He drew her face. 

But it looked beautiful and it exceeded her expectations. 

"Oliver, it's really good. Have you practised before?" Kyra asked. 

"Just for two years. I accompanied my sister during her painting and drawing classes. So, I have a little practice." Oliver said. 

"It should have been years, right? But your skill hasn't deteriorated." Kyra said, as she looked at the drawing. 

She will cherish it. 

Noticing the smile on Kyra's lips, Oliver understood how much she might cherish this drawing. It is just the same as how he found her paintings previously. 

'Maybe I should start drawing again. I can draw our memories too.' he thought. 

He is good at photography but he can't take a camera everywhere and seal their memories in a photo. 

"I am keeping this with me." Kyra told Oliver. 

Oliver looked at Kyra dotingly and kissed the top of her head. "As you wish, milady," he told her. 

They spent a few minutes talking and walking around her garden and returned to the house only when it started to pour. 

It started to rain all of a sudden and by the time they went back, they were drenched. 

Oliver's eyes darkened when his eyes fell on her dress which turned a little translucent and is sticking to her body now. 

He suddenly felt the urge to roam his hands, exploring those exquisite curves. His body temperature started to raise and his breathing started to accelerate a little. 

"I will bring towels." Kyra said as soon as she closed the doors. Without waiting for his answer, she sprinted towards the stairs which lead to her room. 

And, before Oliver could say something, Kyra was already out of his sight. 

She didn't look flustered or shy and was pretty normal. She didn't notice the change in her boyfriend. 

"It rained so abruptly. Thank God I have placed the canvas inside." she said as she walked towards Oliver and passed him a towel. 

Oliver took a breath in and then breathed out. He repeated it to focus on something and not let his self control shred away. 

Goad! His girlfriend is looking so alluring now! How could he keep his cool self? 

With all these in his mind, Oliver continued to stare at Kyra and didn't dry his hair. 

Kyra noticed it only after she dried her hair. 

"Why are you not drying your hair? You just recovered from the cold." Kyra repiramided Oliver. 

"Ky, remember what I said earlier?" he asked. 

Kyra didn't get what he meant, so she could only look at him with a question mark face. 

"The deal we had." Oliver reminded her. 

"What about it!" Kyra asked. 

"I want you to dry my hair in return." Oliver said and smiled cheekily. 

"That's it?" Kyra asked. She would have done that even if he had asked her casually. 

"Yeah. That's it." Oliver said. He wouldn't trouble her with something that might make her uncomfortable, so he decided to take it easy on her. 

Kyra smiled and took the towel before walking to him. 

She pushed him into the chair and stood in front of him before placing the towel on his head and drying it. 

Oliver enjoyed the process. It was not only soothing but it did provide a beautiful visual to his eyes. 

Her white dress is still sticking to her skin and he could see her waist through the translucent material. 

The scenery in front of him made his throat dry and he couldn't help the temptation. 

To keep his hands in his control he could only start fidgeting with his fingers. 

'Control Oliver' he continuously chanted but his self control didn't last long. 

His hands couldn't stay still and they made their way to her waist. 

When Kyra felt his warm palms on her cold waist, she was startled. She felt as if the sudden electric jab was passing through her body. 

Oliver smiled in response when he noticed the impact. 

"What happened?" he innocently asked while his fingers tightened around her waist. 

Kyra narrowed her eyes accusingly. 

"Nothing." she said. 

'This guy has been teasing since the time he came!' she thought. 

Without any warning, Kyra sat on his lap and continued to dry his hair. Now, he can't have access to her waist. 

Kyra smiled in triumph not knowing that she had delivered herself to the lion's den. 

This move of hers might have stopped him from having a view of her waist but, they are sitting in an intimate way that their bodies are brushing to each other. 

"Now, it's convenient." Kyra said, unknown to what her words might imply. 

"Yes, very convenient." Oliver said and his voice made Kyra scrunch her eyebrows. 

Why is it sounding like he is teasing her? 

And, it was when she realised what she just did. 

"Pervert!" Kyra accused him and she was about to slap his arm but Oliver caught it. 

Their eyes met and the fiery passion ignited. 

The tension that was lingering from hours has at last exploded and they started to kiss. 

It was no more slow and sweet but it was filled with passion. 

Oliver's hands started to explore her curves and Kyra's hands were in Oliver's hair as they kissed again and again. 

With one move, Oliver pulled Kyra under him and they were now on the sofa with him hovering over her. 

Though it's hard for him to control, he waited for Kyra to stop him; however, it didn't come. Kyra didn't stop him. 

She just waited with her eyes closed while she placed her hands around his neck. 

Noticing her like that, Oliver couldn't control anymore. The last strand shredded away and his lips attacked her lips once again. 

This time, they didn't focus on her lips alone but gave equal attention to her neck, shoulders and face. 

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The next morning. 

Kyra was the first one to wake up. 

However, she felt something caging her from moving freely. 

Still groggy, she looked at the arms holding her down and smiled. 

She placed her arms around Oliver's arms and turned her face to look at Oliver who had a pleasant smile on his lips. 

They didn't do anything yesterday night. 

They kissed. A lot. 

They 'might' have had a make out if she didn't get her periods. Things were about to get a little intense when she felt her periods arrive. 

Oliver, although a little disappointed, her health comes first to him. So, as a caring boyfriend which he is, he boiled ginger tea for her and cuddled her to sleep. 

"Like what you see?" Oliver asked with a smile. He had woken up long back but didn't want to disturb her sleep. 

He pretends to sleep even when Kyra is admiring his morning face. He only responded when she was about to touch his face. 

He doesn't want to have another cold shower. 

"Yes." Kyra agreed, smiling at him. 

"I love waking up with you." Oliver whispered and rested his face on her neck. 

He could see the hickeys he made and it made him smile with satisfaction. 

"Me too." Kyra said and smuggled into his embrace. 

They were enjoying the moment however, it was short-lived when someone started knocking the door.