Light In My Darkness

21

"How did this happen?" He asked with a certain gentleness while caressing my hand with his finger.

"Umm, I, by mistake consumed mushroom during the dinner and I'm allergic to them." The moment those words left my mouth all the concern vanished and was now replaced with sheer anger.

"How fucking careless can you be, Miss. Ashton?" His voice was so hard that it almost made me flinch, I bite my lower lip.

He raked his fingers through his hair, glaring at me with his jaws set firm.

"It wasn't my fault Mr. Longwood, it looked more like croutons to my eyes because of the dicing." I clarified.

"What a wonderful excuse to hide your absurdity and you didn't even bother to inform me?" He hissed in exasperation.

"I thought I can reach home and take my pill. Moreover, I didn't want to annoy you, like you are now," I said, fiddling my fingers.

"Right, and what if something more serious would have happened? What if it would have caused you food poisoning?"

I didn't have an answer to his questions.

"As long as you are with me, you are my responsibility, Miss. Ashton." He lets out a sigh in resentment, I peek at him, the anger that his eyes held were softening considerably.

"I'm sorry," I whisper with a frown on my lip.

"Do you have any medications with you?" He asked, I shook my head signaling a no.

"Wait right here," He muttered unlocking the door before stepping out in this heavy rain, I shudder when the cold breeze hits my bare skin along with the sound of the rain.

"Mr. Longwood, where are going?" I yell and followed him through the window, he reached the back of the car opening it's boot, and comes back holding a square-shaped box before slamming the door shut.

I followed his every move carefully without disturbing him.

"Give me your hand," He said, picking up a tube-like thing from the emergency box.

"It wasn't necessary Mr. Longwood, see you're almost drenched because of me," I say feeling guilty for bothering him.

He regarded me with a bored look taking my hand forcefully and applied the cold transparent gel or an ointment whatever they call it on the back of my hand.

I snatch my hand before he could spread it because of its coldness. "It's cold Mr. Longwood!"

"Stop behaving like a kid, how old are you, five?" He scowls taking my hand once again giving a glare silently conveying to seal my lips and sit quietly.

He dabbed the ointment with a help of a cotton swab carefully making sure not to hurt me. He continued to apply it on my arms as well.

"Ther are some rashes on your neck," He mumbles, his voice was so husky and smooth as butter with his blue orbs boring into mine like he's asking for my permission, I nod my head.

He leans forward and the air gets caught in my throat, our faces we're inches part as he applies the cold ointment on the crook of my neck.

I press my lips together into a thin line trying to avoid my ragged breathing which was extremely difficult with my heart hammering against my rib cage.

A shiver runs down my spine when his fingers brushed my bare neck.

All of a sudden, the entire surrounding felt hot with the heat radiating off him, finally, after what felt like hours he moves back, and I visibly release a breath in relief.