My cheeks flush even deeper at his words, but I manage to nod slowly, still too embarrassed to speak. "Okay..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing. Abhi just smiles down at me, running a finger along my cheek before bringing it up to his lips, where he gently nibbles on it.

"That's better," he whispers, "you can call me whatever you want."

The touch of his lips sends a wave of warmth coursing through my body and I find myself wanting more. With renewed courage, I whisper his name into the air between us. "Abhi..." His eyes meet mine for a moment before he smiles, leaning down to capture my lips in a soft kiss.

"That's it," he murmurs against my mouth, "you can call me whatever you want." And with that, I feel a weight lifting from my chest;