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chapter 19: the problems after a kiss

 

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Chapter 19: the problems after a kiss

 

Zubaida’s POV

 

I jumped away from him as if he had given me an electric current, my face flushed and hot as I tried to slow down my breathing.  He watched me warily as I sat frozen on the bed unable to form a coherent sentence. What on earth was I supposed to say to him, ‘hey you are an awesome kisser but could you get the hell away from me?” or maybe “leave my room now!” or maybe I could excuse myself and go to the bathroom and not leave until he left my room.

I bit my bottom lip as I struggled to end the awkward silence that was suffocating us as we sat on my bed facing each other.  I felt his hot, passionate gaze on me as I looked anywhere but at him. I was utterly mad. Completely and utterly mad and in need of psychiatric help.  In my head a mantra to not look at him was being repeated. It worked; for a while and then I could no longer deny the voice in my head that was begging me to look at him once.

So against my better judgement I looked up at him and my breath got caught in my throat. His eyes were smouldering, filled with raw passion and desire, his face showed how hard he was trying to control it but his eyes sent tingles up and down my spine. He searched my face as I searched his, reassuring myself that he felt the same as I did, the undeniable connection that was strengthened with the kiss. A part of me was happy I made him feel so passionate and made him desire me; I wasn’t completely broken by what Rehan did, but the other part was afraid to trust a man again.

Rehan, the name alone made me feel as though an ice cold bucket of water was thrown over my head. His name put out any flames of desire that Adam had just ignited with the kiss.  As if he sensed the change in my mood, Adam cleared his throat and looked away, I blinked a few times to make the tears go away and looked away. My heart was once again heavy as I remembered the grief caused by Rehan.

“I’m sorry” Adam whispered, still not looking at me, my head snapped to him as he whispered the words and I swallowed loudly, unable to voice my curiosity about what he was apologising about.

It was as if he sensed my question, he sighed and continued “for what my brother did and for kissing you when you were in no state, I’m just as bad as him”. I gasped and shook my head, unaware of the fact that I had reached out and placed my small hand on his large, comforting hand. When our hands connected my mushy brain clicked onto my unconscious act, his head snapped up as he looked at me and then at my hand resting on his.

“You have nothing to apologise for Adam, you didn’t do what he did, you didn’t take my innocence or abuse the trust I had in you or give me countless nightmares” I croaked, looking away as I saw the depth of his pain in his expressive eyes. “Yes the kiss was unexpected but I could have stopped it so I’m equally guilty” I assured him, he looked relived and gave a small smile and then quickly removed his hand from mine and exited the room while muttering a quick bye. I sat there stunned, my mind unable to rationalise the recent events.