as they fiddled with the tube. "This stuff should make your bruises go away. I can put some on your ankle too, if you would like. It only stings a little. Its called

Anzaq"

"What?" I asked, confused

He squirted something out onto his hand "I'm going to rub this onto your bruises, ok? It should make them feel better within the hour. It will sting a

little. If you want I'll put some on your ankle too. The pain will go down"

I nodded. Clayton pulled back the covers to reveal all of my stomach. I blushed slightly, self conscious at the bruising.

He brushed his hair to the side with his forearm before pressing his fingers gently to my belly. I hissed slightly, gritting my teeth. His eyes met mine. I

nodded slightly. Clayton rubbed his fingers gingerly on my bruises.

It hurt.

A lot.

But I could already feel some of the pain disappearing. Whatever this Anzaq was, it was working already. I was so confused as to what happened.

But as the pain decreased, a new feeling stirred up.

Clayton's fingers rubbed overtop my skin, leaving a trail of a tingly sensation behind. He didn't appear to notice his actions but I sure did. I tried my

hardest not to respond to this sensation, but I couldn't resist the bliss that I felt.

It was the medicine.

It was giving me this bliss I was feeling.

Clayton pulled the covers down further to expose my entire body. He leaned down toward my ankle, carefully rubbing the medicine all over.

After a couple minutes, he looked back at me, smiling slightly.

"How does it feel?"

"Better" I whispered "Thank you"

"No problem. I know you're a girl and all but..."

I bit my lip, not sure how to appropriately respond.

"...I don't think anyone deserves to be treated the way you're being treated" He finished finally. Clayton reached down, taking my hand in his.

I met his eyes, holding them.

"Can you tell me something?" He asked quietly into the night. Lightning lit up the room so I could glimpse at his face. It held nothing but

seriousness.

I nodded. I knew he saw it.

"What is a 'kiss'?"

I blinked, blushing slightly. I remained quiet. I thought he was going to ask me something else, something different. Not this. What was wrong with

him? How could he not know what a kiss was?

"Oh...if you don't know it that's ok. I'd heard rumors that on the Girl's Side it was done. I didn't mean to..."

"Its..." I trailed off, trying to explain it

He perked up, looking at me intently

"Its hard to explain" I whispered. I noticed how his thumb was rubbing circles on the back of my hand "It's an action that's just natural. Like talking or

breathing."

He nodded "So I assume guys don't have this ability?"

"No no" I shook my head slightly "You do... sort of..."

"Go on" He pressed

"A kiss is... its when a guy and girl work together almost... to create a small moment of... well something fun"

He cocked his head, confused.

"You just have to experience it to understand" I whispered

"How can I experience something I don't know?"

"Uhm..."

"Can you show me what it is?" He asked earnestly.

I blushed, holding back a giggle "Err.... Well you see its not that-"

"I promise I won't hurt you! We can... work together!" he said.

I felt horrible.

"M-maybe someday" I whispered, trying to get out of this conversation quickly.

He nodded, sensing the subliminal message in my words. "Are you tired yet?"

I nodded, realizing just how sleepy I truly was.

He smiled slightly "It's the Anzaq. It does that to you. I'll let you go to sleep"

He laid down, pulling the covers over top both of us. Our eyes met. We held them once more. Silence engulfed us.

I broke away, rolling so my back was to him. I could hear him do the same. The bed prevented me from feeling it.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the next day

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