Have you ever thought that your childhood crush would be so intoxicating that never give a chance to like anybody else? This is madness right?
This story is about Aliya and her eternal crush, her best friend Tahmeed.
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As we pulled away from the kiss, he pressed a soft peck on my lips, as though he couldn't get enough of them.
But our tender moment was suddenly disrupted by a voice outside. "Are you having Sex in my gallery, my boy?"
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I buried my face in my hands.
"Nope! I'll be out in ten minutes," Tahmeed replied hastily, his ears turning red as he realized the double meaning behind his words.
"Jesus! Just make sure you clean the room!" the voice retorted, followed by the sound of footsteps fading away.
"Sorry about that," he muttered, his voice laced with awkwardness.
"Oh, I forgot to check your ankle," he said abruptly, as though remembering something urgent. He gently took my right foot into his lap.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he pressed against the swollen area.
"This is bad... Let me fix it for you," he said, his full concentration on my injured foot. His concern sent a warmth through my chest that I hadn't felt in ages. Only Allah knew how much I had missed this kind of care. His care.
A single tear of gratitude slid down my cheek.
I reached out and caressed his silky, long hair-my second weakness after his eyes. "They look even more beautiful now."
"These?" He chuckled softly. "I didn't feel like cutting or taking care of them. I just let them grow out over the past few months."
"They suit you," I said, my voice was soft but sincere.
"You're complimenting me so openly. I like it, my little rabbit," he teased, his tone light and playful.
"Yeah, I've decided not to hide my feelings anymore. Even my anger, too. So be careful-ahh!" My words were cut off as he gently twisted the pressure point of my ankle. A sharp popping sound filled the room, making me flinch.
"Feel better now?" he asked, his voice calm and steady.
"Yeah... You should go. Ten minutes have already passed," I said, trying to stand. But as soon as I put weight on my injured leg, I stumbled.
"Careful," he said, steadying me instantly.
"I'll come back after taking you home," he added and, before I could protest, scooped me effortlessly into his arms.
