He clenches his jaw, frustrated by my unexpected embarrassment.
“When we get home, I promise,” I say.
“Alright, but if you feel any sudden change, please let me know, as soon as we touch land, I find you a doc.”
He stocks my face as he drags his lips on my neck, kissing tenderly.
“Fuck, I can’t behave when you’re around.”
I feel a mixture of pleasure and shame; I don't want him to smell me, so I discreetly sneak away from him.
“What wrong?” He stops, letting his hand fall on my legs.
“Nothing.” I had a hard time selling Bruno my new strong and independent woman. I can't tell him I'm ashamed of my looks now!
“You know I can ask you again and again until you tell me the truth. So, either you tell me now or I start waking everybody up with my questions.”
“Don’t you dare!” I laugh. “I stink, Bruno, I don’t want you all over me when I smell like a farm.”
He looks serious, his eyebrows snap together, annoyed by my superficial words, but then starts slowly to spread a smile on his beautiful face, until a laugh explodes from the bottom of his stomach. He tries to silence it under his hand, but the noise is too much.
“Shh!” I silence him, “Don't laugh at me!” I hit him on the shoulder.
“I'm not! But I can't believe that after all we've been through together, you think of your looks? That’s absurd.”
“Yeah, I know it's stupid,” my eyes go down to his legs because I can't be looking at him directly, the shame is real.
He holds my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His smile dissolves completely and his eyes burn with wrath.
“I didn't say stupid, I said absurd, don't ever call yourself that, is that clear?”
I nod.
“Good. It doesn’t matter if you wear a burka, pj’s or a fucking party dress, you're sexy as fuck and the love of my life, I think you should know that by now.” His words sound rough, but they warm my heart.
Nobody can deny that our relationship is odd, but that’s what makes it special.
I love what we have.
“Sarah,” interrupts Amira. “can we talk?”
Amira's face looks confused; she gestures to me to follow her. I get up and I can see that Bruno is not happy with her.
At all.
Amira walks down the corridor, away from Bruno, and sits down where I was a minute ago. I sit in front of her, still wondering what she would like to tell me in private.
“Are you okay?” she whispers very softly.
Perhaps she had noticed my bad mood because of my injury?
“Oh, yes!” I hold my stomach gently. “Bullets wounds can be a bitch sometimes, they are always hard to heal, but I'll be fine in no time,” I lie.
God, I need to stop lying to people.
She takes a deep breath. “No, I mean...” she moves her eyes away from me. “I feel like he's not treating you very well and I don't want to get involved, but if you need help of any kind...”
What?!
