Rose & Thorn

Chapter 20. Eventful Night

Elizabeth's POV

My eyes not even for a single second leaves his, his walk always reminds me of walk of lion, who takes slow steps towards his prey,

I can see his legs as he stands in front of me, his closeness really makes knots in my stomach, I refrain myself from looking up into those grey hypnotic diamonds, I fear looking into them whenever I do, my senses leaves me making me follow his commands, wanting to let him do anything with me.

I feel bad for feeling like this for him, I mean I've never even thought of myself with someone but with him I can't stop my self, it's like he pulls me towards him.

His rough knuckles grazes my chin, his light touch drives a current in my whole body, he slightly up my chin so I come face to face with him, I'm shivering under a mere brush of his fingers,

I hope he doesn't notice it!

I can see my hopes shattering as an inconspicuous smirk shows up on his lips,

Feeling embarrassed my eyes go down not wanting to make things more awkward for myself by looking at him shamelessly, as he is.

He walks to one of the cabinets in corner and come back with a box keeping it on table,

It's a first aid box.

He sits down on table his eyes still looking bashfully at me, his deep grey eyes seems like it's taking out soul from me, thankfully his touch on my hand wakes me up before I could lost myself in the midst of these grey chaotic storm.

I stare as his big hand takes my hand in his.

God my hands looks so small in his, he very cautiously put my hand in his, he always treats me like I'm made up of glass and I'll shatter any moment, I think he sees the tag of fragile around me,

He takes out cottton and an antiseptic liquide, firstly he wipes of the blood from my hand, after cleaning it he drenches another cotton ball in to the liquide,

It's gonna hurt

As he brings it closer unknowingly my hand starts to whither out of his hand but he tightens his grip on it glaring at me "It'll hurt" I said with an pained face and his annoyance seems to melt away,

"It won't trust me" he says in a low voice making his voice sound more deeper.

They say one's touch can make you flustered and nervous but when it's him, his voice is enough to do magic, his words acted like wave of heat to my body.

I nod on my own accord letting him do what he wants to, thank goodness he's just treating my wound, or the control he have on me would let him do anything he wants to,

Really?

The sting on my palm put a stop on trail of my irrelevant thoughts, I whimper on the stinging sensation, he looks up to my pain scrunched up face and I can see the same worried look over his beautiful face,

Beautiful? Really Eliza?

He stops his movements and keeps looking at me, he clenches his jaw taking a deep breath,

Is he angry? But why?

Gulping down he again starts cleaning my cut, this time more gently, he bends down to it blowing at it to ease my pain,

Is he seriously making sure that I feel no pain?

I can even see his face mirroring my pain, as if he feels it too.

But why?

Just because I saved him?

I've seen him he never feel pain, a bit of it, we fall hard yet he didn't feel any of it, and that night when we met for the first time he was injured pretty bad still he was not feeling even a slight ounce of pain,