YOU'RE MY HONEYSUCKLE -2 ?

What is wrong with him? I thought, a sigh escaping my lips. He was being so strange. I decided to remove my jewelry, suddenly feeling its weight and discomfort.

He emerged from the washroom shirtless. The sight of him took my breath away. His sculpted abs, the muscular definition of his chest and arms, the water droplets glistening on his skin... it was mesmerizing. they were wide and looked hot. A wave of familiarity washed over me, and a fragmented memory surfaced. "Mona, help me pick a shirt," he'd said on a video call, shirtless and playful. The memory of our flirtatious banter sent a shiver down my spine.

I was lost in the recollection when he moved, walking towards me in slow motion, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of anticipation and nervousness. I shivered, my breath catching in my throat. I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The air crackled with tension.Each step he takes towards me making me more nervous.

He stopped just inches away. "Aren't you going to freshen up?" he whispered, his voice husky leaning toward me, his eyes searching mine.

I froze, every nerve ending on high alert. His nearness, the intensity of his gaze, the sheer physicality of him... it was overwhelming. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I can't control myself, I thought, a thrill of fear and desire coursing through me.I frozen for a moment until he rose his brows playfully.

"I... I will," I stammered, finally breaking the spell. I turned and practically ran to the washroom, shutting the door behind me.

I leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink, tapping my cheeks, trying to regain my composure, to process the feelings swirling within me.

After a moment, I washed my face and hands, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew I should go to sleep, but as I opened the door, I saw him struggling to reach his back and his injured arm with some ointment .

A wave of tenderness washed over me. I felt a pang of guilt for my earlier awkwardness. I walked over to him and, stood infront of him .
He just gave a glance and ignored my presence.huhuu...i shurged pressing my lips in a thin line,without a word, took his wrist in my hand. "Let me help you," I offered.

"No thanks"he refused me and pulled away.How can he have such a attitude,he even ignored me again now.

Ouch...he tried to apply it over his buries but,failed.

"Let me do it" i forwarded my hand .

He hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. I gently tugged his arm, trying to take the ointment from him. He leaned back against the sofa, and as I continued to try and wrest the tube from his grasp, I lost my balance and tumbled forward, falling on top of him.

Our bodies collided, the impact sending a jolt of awareness through me. My breath hitched. His breath was warm against my skin, his scent intoxicating.

"Please... "he whispered, his voice husky with a mixture of embarrassment and something more... something deeper.

"Let me help you," I repeated, my voice trembling. I finally managed to take the ointment from him, my fingers brushing against his. As I shifted, trying to move further above him, my chest pressed against his face. A wave of heat surged through me, my cheeks burning. My breath quickened, and I could feel the rapid beat of my heart against his.

I pulled away, a blush creeping up my neck. A strange sensation, a mix of embarrassment and a sharp, unfamiliar ache, resonated in my spine. It felt... weird.
I looked away, but his eyes... they were intense, burning with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher. The heat in my ears intensified, and I swallowed nervously.