Shadows of enmity

PART 15

As we pulled into the driveway, Teim and Octavian were already dabbing up Mohammed, sharing a few quick laughs before heading off to whatever mischief they had lined up for the day. 

I was knackered and couldn't bear to look at Mohammed, knowing we'd have to talk about everything that happened today. Without a word, I headed upstairs to take a shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the exhaustion and the awkwardness...

But when I came out in nothing but a sky-blue towel with my curly damp hair brushing against my shoulders. I saw him.

He was standing there leaning on the door frame. His hair was still dark curly hair tousled and those big dark eyes...it was covered in nothing but triumph. 

His lips curled into a small smile ''why are you avoiding me''?

I rolled my eyes ''what I'm not''

"You know you don't have to lie," he chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We both know what happened in the car."

''Uh...no we don't... I didn't do anything I was just dreaming about food you should know that'' I insisted, trying to keep a straight face.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this.

''So that food is called Mohammed?'' 

''why are you lying to yourself I didn't even dream about you you're so full of yourself'' I retorted. 

He shook his head whilst smiling then said 

''Yeah...but I saw where your hands were and when you pulled it out-'' 

I thought I was discreet but clearly not discreet enough. I refuse to admit to him that he's right about what I was dreaming about .

''so whose the liar now'' he said smiling

''you don't know what you're talking about'' I quickly just grabbed the clothes I needed to change into then shut the bathroom door again

I couldn't bear to see his smug face as he talked to me about my dream. it was my dream anyway like it was private and personal. The last thing I needed was Mohammed teasing me about something so intimate. I tried to brush off his comments with a casual demeanor, but inside, I was seething with embarrassment. How could he be so nonchalant about it? Didn't he understand how mortifying it was for me? I made a mental note to avoid discussing dreams altogether in the future, especially with Mohammed. Some things were better left unsaid.

I put on my black satin lace pj's and began rubbing the blue towel against my hair for insulation . When I opened the door, he was still there. His presence caught me off guard, and for a moment, I hesitated, unsure of what to say or do.

''What are you still doing here don't you have better things to do''?

he just stood there smiling

so I decided to walk over to him to push him but before I could even touch him, he spun me around effortlessly and lifted me up bridal style. I gasped in surprise, feeling the rush of adrenaline as he effortlessly carried me across the threshold. With a playful chuckle, he gently lowered me onto the satin silk bed, his arms still wrapped securely around me.

"I do boxing, are you crazy?" he teased, smirking, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

As his lips met mine, it was like a spark igniting, sending waves of warmth cascading through my body. The kiss was gentle yet passionate, a silent promise of affection and desire. With one hand resting on his shoulder for support, I cupped his face with the other, drawing him closer as if unwilling to let him go

it caught me by surprise but I wasn't complaining 

As he leaned back in, our lips met once again in a fervent embrace. This time, the kiss deepened, fueled by a newfound urgency and longing. His hands roamed gently over my back, sending shivers down my spine

''Mohammed''.... i whisper

he broke away from me and then said

''You just proved my point''

''what?''

''The dream was about me'' 

Before I could respond, a surge of boldness washed over me. With a mischievous grin, I pushed him back onto the bed, reveling in the surprise that flashed across his face. As he landed on the soft satin sheets, I leaned in, hovering over him, our eyes locked in a heated gaze. Without hesitation, he reached up, pulling me down to meet his lips once again. In that electrifying moment, there was no denying the truth in his words, no hiding the depth of our connection. It was as if our dreams had intertwined, merging into reality as our lips met in a passionate embrace....