Even on the way to Goa, I already thought that I would make the travel program more beautiful and exciting for the two of us, in my style, and not in what all tourists are used to seeing by standards.
We started to change to go eat. Seeing her in a new image, I again felt the force of attraction to her, and could not resist, gently wrapping my hand around her waist.
My lips quickly pressed against hers, and we merged into one passionate kiss. We have become one again. Not wanting to, I had to let go of her lips, and we, hand in hand, walk out of our room, far from our homes, two crazy people living in the wonderful moments of their lives, left the hotel in search of the vegetarian food that I ate, but not hers .
.. My beloved did not at all object to the change in her usual tastes, on the contrary, she agreed to give up meat and become a vegetarian for the time of our meeting.
We walked under the cover of the night, breathing in the sweet-spicy air of night Goa with a touch of long-awaited freedom. Now I probably knew this wonderful scent.
On the way, we met wandering locals with small children who were looking for a place to sleep and at least some food. Unable to resist, I gave them a few rupees, hoping to do something to help the vagabonds, because my family raised me this way: to help everyone in need .
.. Soon our search came to an end, and a good hotel with a restaurant was found ... When asked about food, she answered only one thing: what U like, I will also like it! I completely trust your taste, dear!
I ordered the food of my choice and we again got lost in each other's eyes until the food was served, his hand in my hands.
It was like she was sitting in the safest place in the world. Our food was quickly placed on our table.
But she didn't eat, and I understood what she wanted. When I put the vegetables in a piece of bread and brought it to her mouth, she smiled and began to eat the piece from my hands.
She looked at me, slowly sampling new flavors of fine Indian cuisine that she had never known before. At the end of the meal, I crumbled the roti and fed her the way I used to eat in my village, which she liked the most.
Somewhere in my heart I was afraid that she would not like my eating style, because she is a woman with a high lifestyle, but she accepted it with pleasure, which I was incredibly happy about.
After a hearty dinner, we thanked the owner of the hotel and headed back to the hotel, wanting to be alone with each other.
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