I wanted him to keep going.
I wanted him to push further.
And judging by the way Mehul's eyes darkened—
He knew it.
His fingers stayed light on my knee.
Not moving.
Just there.
Just enough to make me feel it.
I swallowed hard.
This was dangerous.
Mehul tilted his head slightly.
"You started this," he murmured.
His fingers finally moved—
A slow, lazy drag up my thigh.
Barely there.
But enough.
Enough to make my breath hitch.
Enough to make my entire body tense in anticipation.
Enough to make me realize I had made a terrible mistake.
Mehul's lips curved slightly.
Like he was waiting.
Like he was enjoying watching me struggle.
And the worst part?
I was letting him win.
I exhaled sharply.
Enough.
I wasn't going to sit here and let him ruin me without a fight.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I leaned in.
Closer.
Our faces just inches apart.
And then—I smirked.
"Keep playing, Mehul," I murmured.
His eyes flickered.
And for a second—just a second—
I thought I had him.
Until he tilted his chin slightly, gaze locking onto mine.
And then—he whispered the words that absolutely destroyed me.
"Make me."
I forgot how to breathe.
Because—no.
No.
He wasn't supposed to push back like that.
I was supposed to win this round.
But now?
Now, I was completely at his mercy.
I didn't think.
Didn't hesitate.
I just grabbed his jaw and kissed him.
Hard. Desperate.
Because he wanted to be pushed?
Fine.
I'd give him exactly what he asked for.
Mehul's breath hitched against my lips.
And for the first time—I felt it.
The moment he lost control.
His hand slid higher, gripping my thigh.
His fingers curled into my shirt, pulling me closer.
Like he needed this as badly as I did.
Like he had been waiting for me to break first.
I didn't stop.
I deepened the kiss, tilting his head up, taking everything.
And Mehul?
He let me.
No teasing.
No smug smirk.
Just soft, desperate surrender.
I pulled back slightly.
Just to watch him.
His lips? Kiss-swollen.
His breathing? Shaky.
His pupils? Blown wide.
And for the first time—he wasn't the one in control anymore.
I smirked. "What was that about me making you?"
Mehul blinked slowly.
Then—he exhaled a soft laugh.
And murmured, "Finally."
…Oh.
Oh, he had been waiting for this.
Waiting for me to break first.
Waiting for me to take what I wanted.
I clenched my jaw. "You're unbelievable."
Mehul smirked again.
"You love it."
…I hated him.
(I did not hate him.)
I pulled away before I did something really stupid.
Like drag him onto my lap and make this even worse.
I ran a hand through my hair. Tried to steady myself.
"You are," I exhaled, "the absolute worst."
Mehul hummed. "And yet, you still kissed me first."
I glared.
He just leaned back against his seat, looking entirely too satisfied.
Like he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
And me?
I was never going to win against him.
Not when he enjoyed losing like this.
I sighed. "Take me home before I make another mistake."
Mehul chuckled. "Hmm. Tempting."
I groaned, covering my face.
I was done.
Completely, utterly, hopelessly done.
And worst of all?
I didn't even want to fight it anymore.