THE LEFTOVER SPELL

15. GAZES (PART 2)

He hugged me from behind and sent a chill down my spine. All the hair from the head to the little ones in my right toe had erupted like the molten lava. I could only hold my breath and do my best that he could not feel my reaction. When all the cells in each corner of my being were fighting to burst open and attach to his self. If he could just listen to my thoughts.

My ragged breath had almost given me away if not for the busy city visible from the balcony. Were he held me in his arms. So they say, at almost midnight this city still howls like the lonely wolf at the full moon night. There was a fire brigade passing by with the horn blaring with its full might. In spite of my cloudy and cloggy head that turns even more jelly in his presence, I left his arms to look downstairs. I hope he did not notice the worried look between my eyebrows when I turned to look over my shoulder towards him.

"What happened, will they be alright"? I said over my shoulder. He looked downward and said, "I also don't know, let's hope the fire extinguisher, extinguishes the fire on time". He shrugged his shoulders pulled my hairs behind my ears and gave a warm kiss that felt like forever. Very gently, he pulled me towards the house, led me to the sofa, and sat me between his legs. We watched the movie while eating the takeout, I was so engrossed in the story that I forget to eat my food. He started to feed me and I almost licked the spices off his fingers. He hissed behind my back and hugged me even tighter.

We are married for almost a year; just three weeks remained until our first anniversary. We have not done that, I blushed a little and looked down at his toes curling at the table. He has been so much accommodating and said that first we should know each other. I tried my hardest to do not let him know, I have fallen for him in that exact moment. Each second was harder than the last one for not blurting these thoughts. We talk so much, its like some burning thing inside me were I can't stop myself from saying everything going on in my head. He listens to all of my thoughts very patiently, supports me to work after marriage, gives me hand in each task of the housing. Whether its cooking or cleaning or laundry or any small and large task. Each of his actions draws me more and more towards him.

Last month he got extremely ill. I took care of him, being by his side whole night or cleaning his vomit from the sheets or showering him or feeding him. Since then there has been something shifted between us.

We are inseparable, he is always touching me, stroking me or kissing my cheeks and forehead. There is this tension between us that has been making my heart beat faster than the winds, almost knocking me every time. He loves to hug me a lot and I am not complaining a bit.

After feeding me the food, we were having coffee. I spilled some of it over my T-shirt. I immediately put down the mug, removed myself from his embrace and dashed towards the washroom to rinse off the coffee from touching my skin. The T-shirt was hard material so it had not done any damage to my skin.

I turned towards the door and found him looking worriedly over my skin. I assured him that it was alright. Relief washed over his face with a pink tint over his cheeks and he averted his eyes. I looked down, I was only in my bra and pajamas. I was utterly embarrassed for my lack of unawareness. Oh gosh he must be thinking I am flaunting myself. I covered my self with the wet T-shirt and apologized to him. He said there was nothing to apologize for and bought his T-shirt to change into. He had turned to give me privacy.

We watched some more movies than we curled up together in the couch and fell asleep. This was the first time we slept together, we have our separate rooms. The next morning he gave me the tickets for the 1 week vacation for our first anniversary.

I was so happy that he remembered and kissed his cheeks. I was flaming like the sun. He laughed his throaty laugh and kissed my eyelids and hugged me tight and said I make him feel so much more than he has ever felt. Each day I am becoming more and more crucial to him. I whispered "really".

Our gazes got locked and we stopped breathing.