39. Closer
Asahd’s POV:
Friday passed and finally, it was Saturday.
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“Mmf! Fourteen,” I grunted as I did my pushups.
But they were harder than usual because I had Saïda, lying on top of my back. She lay stomach down on me and had her arms folded under her head that was right above my shoulder.
“Fiiifteen.”
“Gotta do twenty. Remember,” she giggled from behind me.
I closed my eyes and decided to resist a little longer until I was done.
“Sixteennn... Seventeen...”
“Almost there,” she mused.
“Eighteeen... Nineteen... Twenty!” I landed on my tummy with a groan, exhausted.
“Clap for yourself,” she giggled.
Earlier, we’d gone jogging before returning to the apartment later that same morning. We both had to shower and so it didn’t bother her, lying on my sweaty self.
“I– I need a massage,” I said, breathless and tired.
“Alright your Highness. But first,” I felt her rub her chest against my back. I was shirtless.
“What are you doing?” I chuckled, folding my arms underneath my head and resting on them.
“Wiping your sweaty back cuz ur T-shirt isn’t dry enough,” she laughed.
“You know I can feel your boobs, right?”
She stopped immediately as expected, and I laughed.
“Stupid,” she pulled a little on my hair and I laughed again.
I felt her seat up, straddling my lower back. She started to massage my back and the feeling was great.
“Gold fingers,” I muttered dreamily.
“Well, thank you,” she mused.
It was no joke. She massaged so well and I wasn’t exaggerating anything. She knew the stressed parts and spots, massaging them till I felt like drooling. She even did it better than the Royal massager we had back in Zagreh.
Suddenly, she started massaging this soft spot I didn’t know I had around my lower back.
“Ohhh,” a moan escaped my lips and I relaxed even more.
“Seems I’ve found a sweet spot,” Saïda said and I could tell she was smiling.
“Yesss, you have,” my eyes could barely stay open.
I actually started to feel myself begin to harden a little, in between my legs. It was kinda embarrassing for me to get a turn on from a simple massage but I didn’t want her to stop.
Of course Djafar was out while all this was happening.
In no time, I was semi hard, down there. The fact made me chuckle lazily. I couldn’t control my buddy most of the time. Around Allison because she always kissed and touched me in a sensual way, and now with Saïda who did nothing but massage me? I wasn’t guilty one bit!
“What’s funny?” she mused from behind me.
“You’re too innocent to understand,” I teased and she pinched me a little, making me laugh.
“Tell me what’s funny,” she insisted.
“Well, I’m hard.”
She was silent and I laughed.
“What?” she asked confused.
“And that’s why I say, you’re too innocent to understand.”
I could tell her silence meant she was trying hard to understand what I meant.
“Oh my, are you serious?!” she burst out laughing. Now she’d understood.
“For real,” I mused.
“Eew! You’re weird!” she said and got off me.
Saïda’s POV:
I laughed and looked down at him. Asahd was so strange.
“Is it the massage??” I laughed.
“Mmhmm, you’re not massaging me again?” he chuckled.
“No way,” I mocked.
He laughed a little and rolled unto his back and put his arms behind his head for support. I couldn’t help it but stare at how his muscles flexed. Unconsciously, my eyes dropped to his sweats and I saw the bulge. My breath literally hitched. It wasn’t a small one.
′Saïda! Your manners!′
I looked away for a second or so but my eyes were back! It was quite hard for any girl to take their eyes off, or maybe just me. I didn’t know how to take my eyes off.
“Like what you see?” Asahd teased with a smirk, snapping me out of it. I felt my cheeks burn real bad. “And it’s just semi hard.”
′What the hell is going on?? This isn’t appropriate.′
I thought, yet I wasn’t angry. I was a little amused and I found myself smiling a little at him.
Asahd’s POV:
After saying that to her, I felt like disappearing, yet it’d given some part of me a little satisfaction! For some weird reason I ignored!
′Are you listening to yourself?? It’s Saïda you are talking to! I’m so inappropriate right now.′
But some part of me also didn’t care and wanted to see how she would react.
When she suddenly smiled a little, raising her brow in a teasing manner and folding her arms, it really surprised me. I’d expected her to walk out or laugh it off and still leave.
“Did I ask you anything, Asahd?” she teased.
“No. But I thought you would want to know, because you seemed to be staring at it.”
′Shut up!′
She reddened and rolled her eyes.
“No, I wasn’t,” she replied, though she stared at me again, like she actually couldn’t control her eyes. Call me sick, but that made more blood rush all the way down and in between my legs again.
“You just did,” I smiled and her lips twitched in amusement. She was going to say something when suddenly, we heard keys on the other side of the door. Djafar!
“I’m out!” we both whispered in amusement. I literally crawled my way to my door on four legs, because it was closer, while Saïda’ tiptoed to hers with a low giggle.
We succeeded in getting to our rooms before Djafar walked in.
That afternoon, as planned, Saïda and I met Alex and Derrick in town, then we all went to the orphanage.
Saïda’s POV:
When we got there, my heart almost couldn’t take all the cuteness.
I was heartbroken on seeing all the beautiful children that had no parents and were hoping to get adopted someday.
They were so nice with me and I carried almost every single one of them.
My heart melted when I saw this cute little toddlers rush to hug Asahd when we’d just arrived. They liked him very much already and it could be seen. He’d been with them, once, and yet they were all so happy he’d come back. Their little voices chipped:
“Asahd! We missed you!”
“You bought candy?!”
“You’ll play with us again, please?!”
I couldn’t help it but giggle when this little girl squealed at the top of her voice,
“Noodles!”
And Asahd was like,
“Giggles!”
He carried her and she started to giggle.
′My heart!′
It was so surprising. Asahd had never really liked kids, yet the Asahd I was seeing in front of me was completely different. I was smiling and admiring him when he turned and approached me with her.
“Saïda, this is Lucy. The sweetheart amongst many other sweethearts, that I told you about.”
“Hello, Lucy,” I smiled and shook her little hand. She giggled and covered her face, shyly.
“You’re pretty.”
I laughed a little.
“Thank you. You’re even prettier. A real princess.”
“Thank you,” she laughed happily. Then she stretched a tiny hand and touched my hair.
“You like my hair?” I asked.
“Yessss,”
“Should we play hair salon? So I fix your beautiful hair?”
“Yes, pleash!” her little lisp was so cute!
She turned to Asahd with a smile.
“Is she your girlfriend?” she asked shyly.
“She’s a very good friend,” Asahd replied, smiling at me. I smiled back.
“You like her?” she giggled.
“Very much,” he replied and gave Lucy to me. I happily carried her.
“Lemme go play with the others.”
“Okay,” I smiled at him and he kissed my forehead before leaving.
“You like him?” Lucy asked with a shy smile.
“Of course. I like him very much. Now let’s go play.”
By four PM, we parted from Alex and Derrick. We all returned home and get our things to meet later at the Central park’s woods to camp. My father had given me permission.
“Grab your coat. The nights are chilly,” He’d told me.
“Yes, father.”
We met the others in front of the restaurant where they worked, by 7pm.
They welcomed me kindly like they did most of the time. I was surprised when Allison didn’t kiss Asahd but then I remembered that the others weren’t aware of their relationship.
We all got into Jason’s car which was a big one, and drove off. We got to the park which was already closed. I watched them use a passage way through a wall to get in.
“Isn’t this illegal?” I asked Asahd.
“Well, we won’t get caught. Promised. Come on,” he grabbed my hand and we got in.