AREEZAH✔️

° Dresses °

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There's this surreal feeling that engulfs me as I stare at Jameel across the room with the gift boxes. It feels so odd recieiving a gift from him, maybe because I've never ever received something from a man.

"You dont like it?" He asks, worry written all over his face. He is so concerned whether I like the gift or not. Many emotions runs through me as I wipe the stray tears, "Wallah I like it."

Not satisfied with my answer, he launches towards where I was standing and said "No tell me, you want something else?"

Peering over his eyes , i take a good look at his sculptured face and decided for few seconds before holding it. His skin was so soft you'd think you're holding a baby's face.

He shudders at my touch, and I was about to retract my hands when his large hands held it back on his face.

"My hands are cold," I uttered. My hands have always been cold, no matter how much the weather changes. I would say they are soft, but I never had warm hands. Now I feel embarrassed.

"I love the dresses Jameel, there's nothing you would ever give that wouldn't warm my heart, It's just that, things feels foreign and well I haven't received a gift from a man before." I replied to his question. My hands were still resting on his face while his own hands makes circles at the back of my hands.

"I actually like the fact that my wife is special, it's rare right? To find someone who's hands are always cold." He says, he held my other hand and stare at them as if it'd be clearly shown why it's always cold.

"And.." he continues but then led me to the bed and we both sat at the edges. "I'm honoured, glad, elated and very happy that I'm the only one who you have ever received a gift from."

I smacked his head playfully, "You think I'm happy about that? I feel left out tbh. Girls my age must have had tons of presents from guys. I'm inexperienced in everyway possible." I stated truthfully, with Jameel I tend to speak alot, maybe because I feel a sense of safety around him.

"That's the good part, you're not that inexperienced , you're just different. And I get to be the first person to give you gifts, a part of me wants to be every of your firsts." He said as he chuckled, I couldn't hold my smile in.
It was contagious.

"Why do you want to be my firsts ?" I inquired, well if I was to read Jameel and due to the many romantic books I've read Jameel is definitely into me.

"Cause I like you." He stated bluntly. I did wanted him to say something like this but then forgot how I'm supposed to react.

I gasped and left my mouth wide open.

That was some reaction to an 'I like you' !

"Uhm..." I couldn't think of any coherent word to utter. There are many things I want to say at this Instance but I don't know why I'm unable to, like my throat have been held.

"You need not say anything you know, it'd be dumb to expect you to reply now right. And this isn't even a proposal but I just want to let you know," he said as he scratches his head. How weird!

I couldn't be more thankful at what he said. I wouldn't have to be pressured at least, "Okay."

I tell him. I realize that we are still holding each other's hands and I could swear that there's nothing more soothing than that. I can't think about anything else but these hands, distracted in a good way.

"Oh yea...you should wear one of the dresses tonight. There's this eve party that some of my workers want to celebrate for the new director. "

The Idea of party made my heart leap in an alarming rate, the last time I went to a party was in highschool and it completely got shitty the moment I stepped in.