"Do you like it?" I asked him. He didn't even look at me and ignored me, continuing eating. I just sighed, grabbing my plate and going to the kitchen. I started doing the dishes, while trying to hold back the tears. I knew it was stupid to overreact but my period was appearing and it was always a mess by me. I kept on washing when I didn't even realize the person behind me. Aneel stood close behind me, turning the tap towards cold.
"Can't you see your hands burning?" he asked with a louder voice than normal. I looked at my red hands, just realizing that I had been doing the dishes with very hot water. I kept on washing but he didn't move away. I didn't understand what came over him but he wrapped his arms around my waist loosely. I froze, not being able to say anything or do anything. I looked at the running water that was freezing my hands. My knees felt weak and it felt so right to stand like that. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them. It was so weird and I felt tingles running through my whole body. Just when I was about to say something, he unwrapped his arms from around me and stood beside me, leaning against the counter. He didn't look at me.
"Sahra?" Aneel said, still not looking at me. He sounded nervous and hurt. I looked at him and he looked very uncomfortable. I turned the tap off and turned towards him. There was something wrong.
"Yeah.." I said quietly, scared of what he would say.
"Tomorrow.. can you come with me somewhere tomorrow?" He asked. His voice cracked at every word and I wanted so badly to go and hug him. I wanted to ask where to but thought not to.
"Okay" I said, wondering where he would take me.
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