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.
I sat down next to him, the silence between us thick with unspoken feelings. We both felt awkward, the air charged with an unspoken tension. After a moment, I broke the silence and began to carefully apply the ointment to his injuries. He hissed slightly, wincing as I touched a particularly sensitive spot.
The simple act of caring for him triggered another memory, vivid and clear. Him, cleaning my own wounds, his fingers tracing the line of a mole on my skin, connecting them like in reverse "L" shape .
"Did you... did you clean my wounds too, back then?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned towards me, his gaze locking on my neck. The intensity of his look sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, his fingers hovering just above my skin, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. The air between us grew thick, heavy with unspoken desire. His breath quickened, and he licked his lower lip, his gaze never leaving my neck.
Our eyes met, and the world seemed to fade away.
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He leaned toward me slowly, his gaze fixed on my neck, intense and burning against my skin.
When his cold fingers brushed over my throat, a shiver ran down my spine, and for a moment, it felt as if my heart had stopped. A flutter of nervous excitement twisted in my stomach, making me breathless. As he lifted his eyes to mine, I could see the silent argument in them-the struggle between restraint and desire, as if he were pleading for permission to take in every detail of my expression.
His stare was melting me, unraveling something deep within. I swallowed hard, tilting my head back slightly, unsure of my own actions, yet unable to stop myself. His touch was intoxicating, a sensation I didn't want to escape from. I felt no fear, only a pull toward him-toward the way his presence enveloped me.
He turned, shifting his body toward me, and suddenly, I found myself leaning back against the couch, facing him completely. As he moved in closer, his lips hovered just inches from my neck, his warm breath sending waves of heat through me. His fingers traced along my skin, pausing at the second mole before connecting to the next. A sharp gasp escaped me as my body reacted instinctively. Without thinking, my hand slid into his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands, pulling him closer.
Every inch of me responded to his touch, as if drawn to him by something far greater than mere attraction. He moved again, this time tracing the third mole, arching his body over mine. A thin line of sweat formed behind my ears, trailing down my neck as anticipation built. I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
But then-he reached the fourth mole. The secret one. My body stiffened, tension replacing the heady warmth. My eyes flew open, locking onto his in confusion. How did he know? That was a place no one else had ever discovered, a mark hidden from the world.
My breath hitched, my lips parted slightly, shock washing over me. His fingers hovered just above the fabric of my blouse, stopping precisely where my hidden mark lay. He didn't touch it-just held his fingers there, mere inches away, his gaze unreadable. Then, he looked at me, an innocent expression playing across his features.
"How... how did you know?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.
"I know all your beautiful spots," he murmured, his voice husky, sending a shiver down my spine. "Not just this one."
His words ignited something in me, something unspoken yet undeniably real.
"This has always been my favorite..." he continued, his fingers still hovering near my skin. "The moon hiding under the clouds." "It turns me on". A chill shiver run through my spine .
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I pushed him away in shy embarrassment, crossing my arms over my chest and turning away.
"Maybe the past me allowed you to know these things," I mumbled, my voice uncertain. "But... I don't even know what we are now. I just need time... to understand us." A frown settled on my lips.
He exhaled deeply, disappointment flashing in his eyes. But then, he nodded. "I'll wait," he said, though his expression held something more-hesitation, maybe even frustration.
I turned back to him, only to find a storm brewing in his gaze. This time, it wasn't just disappointment-it was something heavier, darker.
He stood abruptly, pushing himself up from the couch, his movements sharp.
"What's wrong with you now?" I asked, irritation creeping into my voice.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, remaining silent.
Annoyed, I grabbed his hand, pulling him back down beside me. "Talk to me," I demanded. "What is it this time? How can I understand if you don't tell me?"
His eyes dropped to my hand-the one adorned with the engagement ring. His jaw tightened as he exhaled sharply, looking away.
"I don't like it," he admitted, his voice strained. "It annoys me. I tried to ignore it... but tell me-do you love him?" His gaze met mine then, filled with pain that made my heart falter.
I swallowed hard, guilt and sadness mixing inside me. "Then why didn't you come for me?" I whispered. "If you had been there... I wouldn't have had to go through this."
He hesitated, lowering his eyes.
A heavy silence filled the space between us before I sighed. "Alright, fine... I'll tell you this-I feel something for him, but not the way I feel about you. You've always been... different. Special."
His eyes lit up with hope, his entire body reacting to my words.
"Now," I said, shifting closer, "answer me."
He hesitated again before finally murmuring, "Can I tell you when the right time comes? I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will hurt you if I say it now." Sincerity shone in his gaze.
I nodded, accepting his words, even if they left me longing for answers.
Wanting to change the mood, I reached for the first aid kit and carefully tended to his wounds. He watched me the entire time, his expression softening, a quiet happiness settling in his features.
After I finished dressing his wounds, I leaned in and placed a soft kiss over the bandage. "I hope it heals soon," I whispered.
His gaze darkened slightly, something unreadable flickering through his eyes.
I frowned. "What's with that look?"
He exhaled, rubbing his palms together nervously. "I just... I just hope you remember me soon," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "So we can... you know."
A small smile tugged at my lips. "You know..." I said hesitantly, "whenever we're close-physically, I mean-I start remembering fragments of my past."
As soon as the words left my lips, I realized how intently he was staring at me, his expression unreadable, as if those memories meant more to him than I could yet understand.
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