Piece of my heart
I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him,
"Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..."
And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me :/
We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. *all in awe* He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him.
I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless,
"Why are you laughing ?"
He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses :P
"Am I the doctor or you ?" *smirked*
-I gave him a sideways death glare-
I told him,
"I'm your wife,"
He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, overwhelming what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him.
He told me to get in the car.
I denied ::) This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet so quiet...
I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one :P
*Takes a deep breath*