36. Touchy
Writer’s POV:
The next day, Asahd told Djafar that he was going out.
“Alright. Let us know if you won’t be back early.”
“Alright,” he walked past the kitchen and waved a little at Saïda before heading for the door but she called him. He went back to the kitchen door.
“You called?” he asked, entering.
“Yeah, where are you going to?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the chopping board while she cut vegetables.
“To see Ally,” he replied, approaching her and watching the vegetables being chopped.
“Oh,” was her simple reply. Asahd stared at her.
“What’s up?” he asked with concern.
“Oh, nothing. Well, I’m just so bored and I thought we could go stroll or something, after I cooked. But it’s fine.”
“I can change my plans if you want,” he replied.
“That’s sweet but you can’t just cancel something with your girlfriend, because I’m bored,” she mused a little.
“I can if it’s serious or if you want me to. Plus, Ally and I are just going to hangout at her apartment and campus.”
“It’s fine,” she smiled to reassure him.
“Okay,” he smiled and turned to leave but Saïda couldn’t help it but ask one more question.
“So, if I ask you to stay, you will?” she mused.
Asahd stopped in his tracks and turned to her. She was smiling and still had her eyes on what she was doing.
“Like I said, I would if you wanted me to. Do you want me to stay with you? You know you want me to.” he mused and she laughed, looking up at him.
Fact was, both wanted to keep each other company. They’d gotten even closer with time and were around each other when they weren’t at work or sleeping.
Saïda’s POV:
“You should be asking yourself, if you want to stay,” I mused and he laughed.
“So, we’re just gonna keep playing this question game?” he asked.
“I got all my time. You’re the one that’s supposed to go see someone,” I teased with a giggle.
I couldn’t lie to myself. I actually wanted him to stay but I couldn’t ask him to do so because Ally was probably waiting for him. But one thing really pleased me, and it was the fact that if I did ask, he would definitely stay.
′He listens to me, that much? Wow. He’s– Sweet.′ the thought made me smile unconsciously.
“Saïda?” he mused and I snapped out.
“Huh??”
“You went missing for a few seconds,” he laughed.
“Don’t mind me. You-”
I was interrupted by his phone ringing. He picked.
“Hey, baby,” he said and I went back to staring at my chopping board, my brows raised for a reason I ignored.
“Oh, I’m- I’m on my way,” he told Ally over the phone. I looked up and at that moment, he raised his head and stared at me too.
“No, I haven’t left the apartment yet. Why?” he asked her, looking away. I stared at the board again, chopping the vegetables.
“Oh, okay,” he said casually. “No, no problem. I don’t mind at all.”
I looked at him again. He turned to me and winked. My heart skipped a beat like it’d started doing whenever he winked at me, recently. It amused me because I thought it was kind of dumb for my body to react that way.
He then whispered to me, while on phone still,
“Don’t chop your fingers off,” he mused and I giggled lowly, facing the board again.
“Alright sweetheart. Yeah, I miss you too. Call you later, okay? Alright. Bye, darling,” he hung up.
“What did she say?” I asked without thinking.
“I mustn’t tell you everything going on between Allison and I, must I?” he mused, leaning down on the sink and looking up at me while I cut the vegetables.
“You don’t tell me everything spicy between Noure and you, do you?”
I chuckled.
“Cuz it’s private.”
“Well, I’ve got private issues too,” he chuckled.
“Mm,” I shrugged, feeling kinda awkward all of a sudden.
Asahd’s POV:
I stared at the knife in her hands and how she chopped the vegetables real fast, yet carefully, like it was an easy and harmless thing to do.
“She told me we had to change plans because she has somewhere else important to go to. So, I’m finally staying,” I finally said.
“I knew you would speak. You had no choice,” she teased and I laughed.
“You’re still a troublemaker.”
“You too, you know,” she giggled.
I watched her chop more vegetables.
“Can I try and do those? They’re the last ones, right?” I asked, standing straight.
She smiled and looked at me.
“Have you ever done anything in a kitchen? No. So let me.”
“Pleeeaase. And if I hurt my finger, you kiss it,” I smiled and she laughed, looking at me.
“You could always- aah!” her scream surprised me and I immediately looked for what had gone wrong. She frowned in pain and held up her index finger. I saw blood.
“Ooow!” she cried.
“Oh my. Hold on,” I carefully held her hand and put it under the tap, turning the water on. It rushed down on it.
“Hold on.”
I rushed to the little first aid box in the bathroom and grabbed a bandaid and cotton. I returned to Saïda and closed the tap. I carefully wiped the water and blood off her finger with the cotton, then I wrapped the finger with the bandaid. She squealed and shook a little because the bandaid had alcohol spirits on it, to stop the oozing blood and dry the little wound.
“I told you to keep your eyes on the board,” I smiled and blew softly on her finger until she stopped feeling the alcohol spirits.
She let out a little laugh that also sounded like a sob.
“Guess you’ll be the one, needing that kiss,” I mused and she giggled. “You want it? It’ll make you feel better. I swear.”
She laughed.
“Well, maybe I do want it,” she rolled her eyes and I grinned. “Does it even work?” she joked.
“Mhm,” I lowered my head and kissed her finger.
“I actually liked the feel of that. I feel better,” she smiled and my breath hitched for a second or so.
“Good,” without thinking at all, I grabbed her waist, surprising her.
“What are you-”
“I’m gonna take it from here,” I cut in and carried her. She was so fragile.
“Omg,” she gasped and giggled, her hands on my shoulders for support as I held her up in the air. Our eyes never left the other’s, until I made her sit on the sink.
“You want to help me finish?” she asked with a smile.
“Mhm.”
I was standing real close to her and in between her legs, my hands on her waist and hers on my shoulders.
“Hopefully, I don’t cut myself. I’ll be careful. Unlike you,” I teased and she giggled.
Her giggles always caused some feeling down my spine, recently. A good feeling. I liked being in her company always because we always laughed a lot and never lacked discussion topics. And I who used to think she was boring. And, I liked touching her.
′Not in a bad sense of course. I just like the feel of her smooth skin when I’m hugging her or holding her arm or hand.
That’s– That’s what I mean.′
“What lotion do you use?” I asked. “Your skin is so soft,” I said, my hands going up her waist to her sides.
She was ticklish and laughed, pushing my hands off her. Recently I’d been tickling her a lot and so now she was careful of my every move, amusing me.
“I add coconut oil to my lotion. Now start chopping so I cook," she mused.
“Yes ma’am,” I let her go and turned to the board and grabbed the knife. “Hopefully I don’t cut myself too.”
“If you do, I’ll kiss the pain away too,” she wriggled her brows playfully at me and I smiled.
“Well, I can cut it right now,” I joked.
“Asahd, don’t!” she poked me and we laughed.
“I don’t know about you but I love these touchy games. And you do to,” I said playfully and wriggled my brows at her.
“What? I’m not like you. You’re crazy,” she mocked and laughed, though her cheeks turned pink.
Exposed.
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•AN: Do they even realise they are flirting big time? 😂