“Here,” I rub her hair with the towel before she takes it from me. “Does it hurt too much?”
I sit in front of her, examining her foot. In the midst of letting our feelings talk, I forgot that she was in pain.
“Not so much,” she says. “It will get better once I give it some rest.”
I nod, taking out the ointment and applying it on her swollen ankle quietly.
Even when I am not looking at her, I can tell that her eyes are on me, that her mind is working over time and that she has something on her mind that she is too busy over analyzing to say out loud.
“What is going on in that pretty mind of yours, sweetheart?” I can’t help but ask
“I—” she starts, licking her lips and my eyes trace that movement involuntarily. “I just can’t forget it.”
“Forget what?”
“That kiss. It felt…real.”
I smile, my cheeks warming up. Of course it did.
“It was very much real.”
“No,” she shakes her head, drawing closer to me. “I mean that I didn’t think it would happen. I didn’t think it would happen so soon or at all, in fact.”
My eyebrows furrow. “Why not?”
She stares at me, not saying anything for a few seconds.
“When was the last time we kissed? Before all this? Or held hands? Or hugged or cuddled or had sex?”
I am left speechless because I know she has a point. It has been ages since we got close. And I hate that more than she does.
I wrap the bandage around her foot while thinking over my answer.
“Do you want to change it?” I ask once I am done
“What?”
I smile getting up.
“I have a gift for you,” I say and she looks at me confused.
I had actually meant to give it to her later, when the time was right. But the more I keep waiting for the right moment or the right time, the more I keep losing moments with her.
The time is right when you make it.
“I got this for you,” I take out the velvet box from the drawer by or bedside.
I take out thepayalfrom the box and her eyes glimmer. She loves jewelry like this and she has always wanted apayal.
I can’t wait to see them on her feet.
I drape and lock them around her ankle and she smiles so big that I can go mad. She looks so beautiful.
“Do you like it?” I ask
“I love it,” she says, her voice soft. Her eyes waver before she leans up to kiss me on the cheek and I visibly stop breathing.
All this time I had been the one to initiate physical touch with her. Her kissing me is like me winning a lottery.
