“I—”
Before I can finish my sentence, the crowd pushes me into him, my foot twists in my heel, and I nearly stumble into him.
“Fuck,” I say loudly, and the crowd behind us shifts.
Reyansh secures his arms around me, and I hold onto him like my life depends on it.
“Are you blind?” he yells to the people behind me. “There’s a way to enjoy yourself, and this is not it.”
I try to get up, but I think I twisted my foot too much because a sharp pain shoots through it, and I nearly cry.
“Ouch, fuck, it hurts,” I say, and he focuses back on me.
“Baby, show me,” he says and bends down, trying to take a look at it.
“No, no, I can’t stand anymore.”
He takes a look at me, and without missing a beat, he picks me up in his arms, and I secure my arms around his neck.
“Reyansh,” Raj says from behind, and he stops without turning. “Take her to the restroom. You will find a first aid kit there.”
“Thanks,” Reyansh says in return before carrying me to the restroom.
“I am fine,” I tell him softly. He looks on the edge of bursting out, and I don’t like the sight of it.
“It is probably just a sprain, and it doesn’t hurt that much,” I add, a straight-up lie.
He gives me a look, pushing past the door of the restroom and kicking it shut.
“Don’t lie to me.”
Reyansh Carter
Isit Aisha down on the top of the counter before standing in between her legs.
She gives me the softest look ever to exist on this earth, and I find myself melting at the sight of her face.
She can do so much to me with just a mere look, just a swift glance of her eyes, but I need to put my foot down sometimes.
I don’t like to see her in the slightest of discomfort, and for her to then downplay her pain makes me angry.
“If you are in pain, you don’t need to hide it from me,” I tell her, and she looks down, biting her lip.
I lift her chin up so I can stare in her beautiful brown eyes and let her know that I am standing on business. “I mean it. Understand?”
She rolls her eyes, and I know sheunderstoodme well.
I open the cabinet on top, searching for some pain relief spray or ointment.
“There it is,” I say, grabbing the spray and a bandage.
“Lift your skirt,” I tell her, and she snickers.
“Wow, you have such a way with words, Reyansh,” she taunts, lifting her skirt slightly so I can see her foot.
I shake my head, secretly liking that she is back to her playful self.
I carefully remove her heel, and even though she tries her best to act tough, I can still tell from the way her body tremors that the pain is too much for her to handle.
