My Teacher

Chapter 12

I stirred the soup in the pot carefully, it was for Abhay, and he still wasn't getting any better.

He was in his room whilst I was in the kitchen.

"Tina!" I heard him call in a hoarse voice from his room. I quickly poured the hot soup into a bowl and made my way towards his room.

"Tina!" He shouted as I stepped into his room. He was under the blanket completely, only his head was visible.

"I'm here, I'm here." I said. "I got some soup for you, sit up." I said.
He did what I said and sat up but started coughing. I quickly sat on the bed and tapped his back gently. He sat against the headboard and breathed heavily.

"I feel weak." His voice strained.

"Have the soup, it'll make you feel better." I lifted the spoon to his mouth to taste. He drank it and his eyes wideneded.

"Wow that awoke my senses." And took another sip. "Where'd you buy it?" He asked.

"I uh, made it myself." I said quietly.

"I'm impressed." He praised. I smiled and fed him till he finished it.

"Are you alright?" I asked, and he shook his head. "What happened?"

"My back and chest hurts, I feel stiff like I can't move." He groaned.

I thought for a while then an idea popped into my head. "I know just the thing, hold on." I ran to my room and got out a massage oil, I had bought it the other day just in case this situation arised.

I went back into his room and ordered him to take off his shirt.

"Why?"

"Just do it." He put his hands up in defense and took his shirt off, revealing his abs...

Wow. I mentally said.

"Now lie down on your stomach." I squirted the oil into my palms, he did as told and said,

"I don't see why you-" I interrupted him by massaging his shoulders.

He was quiet then. But after a few seconds he moaned.

"Where did you learn how to do this?" He asked.

"Nowhere, this is my first time."

"You're good, very good." His voice deepened.

After about twenty minutes I told him to sit up and face me.

He did just that and I was about to touch him when I stopped and moved a little back, away from him. He looked at me. "What? You don't want to touch me? You were doing it just now." He chuckled.

"Well now it's awkward because you're looking at me." I mumbled.

"You want me to close my eyes?" He tilted his head to the side. I nodded and he closed his eyes.

I felt more relaxed and started massaging his chest. He was very toned for someone his age.

My eyes never left his body, it was so flawless, so perfect.

My hand went from his neck down his chest to his abs, he hissed when my hand slid down his chest and when I reached his abs i couldn't help myself but pay most of my attention there.

When I looked up he was staring at me.

I quickly retracted my hands. "You said you'd close your eyes." I said feeling embarrassed.

"I did," He paused, "but I wanted to see you." My cheeks blushed and my breathing accelerated.

"Oh." Was all I said and started massaging his front again.

"Oh and," I gasped as he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me forward closer to him, "that's much better." He smirked.

Once again the blood rushed to my cheeks.

He was much closer now, about a thumb's length away from me. I could feel him breathing and I could smell his cologne, even being sick he still smells like his usual self.

"You should give me a massage more often, it's the best I've ever had." He praised and I chuckled.

"I'll see about that."

"Yeah the last time I had a massage the lady kept complaining about whether she was going to go through menopause or not, as if I want to know about that." He huffed and I giggled.

I continued massaging him but I never met his eyes. After a couple of minutes I stood up. "All done." I quickly turned away but he grabbed my arm.

"Thank you." He smiled. "I feel much better."

"Yeah you look better too." I joked.

He laughed. "That's all because of you." He looked into my eyes.

"You must sleep now, you'll feel better in the morning." I said and made my way towards the door.

"Tina."

I looked at him.

"I uh-" Just then his phone started ringing. "One sec." And he answered.

"Hello, oh hey, yeah it has been a while." He smiled. "....really? Oh wow congratulations, that's amazing...yeah.....yeah sure. When? Okay okay, yes don't worry I'll be there. Yeah. Wait what? But how can I, I don't know..." Then he looked at me. "Actually there is someone....oh shut up I'll text you. Okay? Yeah whatever. Bye." He laughed towards the end and cut the call.

"Um, Tina," he started, "Do you have any plans three weeks from now?" He asked.

"Not any that I know of..." I trailed off. What was he hinting at?

"Well um, you see, my good friend, Romi, is getting married soon and he invited me to his wedding..."

"Yes..." Why was he being so awkward?

"And I need you to be my date." He looked into my eyes.