She started to move towards a darker area of the cave...in all the haste of running from the rain...she had forgotten about her ankle. She could barely limp along, the pain shot up through her calves, she whimpered with each painful step. Harit had managed to get the fire going...he glanced her way..."Where are you going on that lame ankle? Stay there I have a first aid kit." He rummaged through his bag and found the salve and wrap. "Here, take care of it."
What kind of man was he? Didn't he care she was hurt, tired, and cold? He had no heart at all! If her eyes could shoot arrows, he would be dead by now.
Hobbled as she was...she still managed to lay out the blankets and his backup clothes...nothing looked like it would fit her...and they all smelled like him...although if she thought about it, it was better than her wet clothes and catching her death.
Her pride could not be allowed to get in the way of common sense. "Look, I need to change by the fire. Stay where you are and don't turn around until I say I'm done."
"Well I'm waiting..."
"Fine, hurry up then!"
"Do you promise..." She was feeling vulnerable and didn't want to fight him anymore...
"I said hurry up...I won't turn around...I need to change too woman!" It took all his self control not to turn around and watch her strip away each piece of clothing...why did she have to sound so tired and shy all at the same time? If she had come at him with anger or some snappy comment, he would have torn off each piece of clothing for her...he put his forehead on the cold damp wall of the cave...he had to stop imagining her naked...too many nights he had dreamed of her...his enemy...what was this emotion...was he lusting after her?
She changed as quickly as she could, the big tshirt and loose pants would have to do for now...she didn't want to risk having his other personality come back and yell at her once more. "Okay I'm done now, you can turn around." As she called to him, she began to gingerly lower herself onto one of the blankets,gosh the ankle was so swollen now...all the adrenaline from her fight with Harit drained away from her. She was really exhausted...she began to gently rub the salve onto her ankle but it was still too painful to touch...Harit had finished changing when he heard her small cries. He came over to see her progress and she looked so defeated by it all...his face softened under the light of the fire.
"Here give it to me. You are doing it all wrong." She was going to protest but she didn't have the energy to tell him to go away. He sat down in front of her and rubbed the medicine into his palms and slowly started to massage it onto her ankle. His warms hands were a nice contrast to her cold skin. She shouldn't let him do this...what if he got the wrong idea? But oh it felt so nice...She glanced up and was surprised to see he was staring at her. She should have looked away but there was something else in his eyes...something she hadn't seen before...the butterflies returned in full force!
She looked away and tried to scoot away from his hands. He stopped her. His hands had moved up her calves...she couldn't move if she wanted to. What was he thinking...why was he staring at her like he wanted to eat her for dinner?
"Umm...thank you for that...I'm much better now." She thought if she spoke she could break this weird mood he was in. He paid no heed to her words, his hands continued to move up her leg. He was now close to her thigh.
Harit shouldn't have touched her, he wanted more...she hadn't exactly said no to him either...she seemed flustered and was unable to meet him eye to eye. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to taste her again...he went in for a kiss, she was not ready for the contact of his lips on hers. He pulled back and looked at her once more.
She really was beautiful, her hair had started to dry and curl once more because of the fire...her hand came up to slap him for stealing a kiss, but he caught it and moved in for an even longer one...Damn she tasted good! She tried to push at his chest, but to no avail. He started to push her down onto the blanket, one hand on her thigh and the other on her shoulder. She should scream and tell him to stop...but her senses were starting to swim, she couldn't seem to control her own reaction...what was he doing to her? Why was he a beast one minute and prince charming the next?
She was afraid of the unknown...she had never been with a man before, only Harit had dared to steal kisses from her, he was her first for everything...Did he know that?