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The Best Friend's Contract By athrhteera Characters: 18994

Updated: 2019-01-28 12:04


''Ow! Ow!'' I close my eyes before holding back the pain, not liking how much pressure she's currently putting on my scrapes—then again, she doesn't bother to care about my pain or my complaints. ''Have you ever tried this 'thing' called?slow dabbing?'' I ask.

To my surprise, she ends up dabbing onto my wounds, a little bit too hard; probably on purpose which causes me to clench my jaw. ''God. . . are you trying to kill me?'' I groan.

Her blue eyes look up into mine before her lips curve up into a cheeky smile, ''I'm sorry. I didn't know that you have a bad tolerance towards pain.'' She replies, throwing away the dirty cotton bud before slowly placing a clean bandage onto the wound. ''Maybe, you're just a crybaby, '' She adds.

''Excuse me?'' My eyes widen, ''Me? A crybaby? Sweetheart, look at me—I'm anything but a crybaby. You were just being too rough on me, '' I smile without looking away from her face, seeing that she's currently enjoying my disagreement as she stands up, writing something on the papers in her hand.

''So. . . I can't write?'' I ask, glancing down at my left arm.

''No, unfortunately. Not until you've fully healed which would take up to eight weeks, according to your age—people of younger age tend to heal faster.'' She answers as she glances towards my direction for a couple of seconds before looking back at the papers.

''Do you know that there's actually an international left-handers day? I mean, I assume that you would know because it's general knowledge and all but I may have assumed too high.'' I continue to speak as she chuckles, finding it as a simple joke; probably slightly offended but I'm just trying to lighten up the situation.

''On August thirteen, '' She turns towards me.

''How would you know that? Was it a wild guess?'' I raise an eyebrow.

''Isn't it obvious? I'm left-handed, '' She points down at her hand, seeing that she has been writing with her left hand. . . all along while I fooled myself. It doesn't take me long to immediately burst into laughters, covering my embarrassment.

Within seconds, the door is being pushed slowly, revealing a familiar pair of brown eyes; looking directly at me as we both stare at one another before realising that my lips are slowly curving into a smile, ''Look at that. . . if it isn't the woman who broke my arm, '' I say.

Kenna steps inside, glancing at the doctor who has turned to look at her.

''Mrs. Ashton, '' The doctor greets her with a smile, plastered on her face.

''Kenna's fine. How is he?'' She asks, pointing towards me while I stay focus onto my best friend who seems to be a little bit worried about me ever since the accident. It cheers me up to see the look on her face when she found out about my arm—she was panicking, confused and even more. . . she cared.

''Right. . . Kenna. So, your husband has a broken forearm. Nothing too serious but it'll take awhile to properly heal—it shouldn't be a problem if he's well taken care of.'' Nora—the doctor, points down at my casted forearm. ''This?orthopedic?cast will stabilise and the anatomical structures in place until healing is confirmed which would take at least eight weeks or more, depending on how fast he heals.'' She adds, slowly.

''So, both of his bones are broken? The radius and the ulna?'' Kenna asks while I stare at her intently, liking how she has both of her arms crossed—seeing how focused she is, showing how she knows almost everything about the basics which makes me chuckle lightly.

Nora seems a little bit surprised before nodding, ''Yes. It is very common when the arm receives a certain amount of pressure from harsh impacts. Luckily, it's not severe and only a moderate fractured bone. . . you or your husband shouldn't worry. It's all taken care of, '' She smiles, assuring Kenna and I.

My wife nods, ''What about his bruises and the swelling?''

''All will heal in time. If you don't mind, you can simply follow me to my office and I will show you his X-ray results to reassure you that everything is under control.'' Nora replies, pointing towards the door, waiting for her respond.

''I'd like a moment with my husband for awhile, '' She says and Nora nods before leaving the room—leaving Kenna and I, to ourselves.

My eyes wander up to Kenna, seeing that she's currently eyeing my broken forearm before looking into my eyes as she takes a seat beside me. ''I'm sorry, Aidan. . . I can't help but think that this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for me.'' She breathes out, sincerely apologising.

I chuckle, ''You're feeling bad just because I broke my arm? You worry too much, Kenna Anne—it's nothing bad. . . besides, it's making me look a little bit bad?ass, don't you think?'' I raise an eyebrow which causes both of us to lightly chuckle, enjoying how a situation like this can easily be a happy one if we just simply, let it be one.

''I can't really deny that, '' She replies.

As I clear my throat, I slowly place my right hand onto hers; causing her to look up into my eyes, slightly surprised. ''I know that you didn't expect this to happen and I didn't either. I should probably blame myself for losing my balance but there's not much that can change from that. . . not even by blaming you for wanting to teach me how to ride a bicycle. Something that my own father can't even do, ''

I stop for awhile, ''I missed out on a lot of things as a child, Kenna. I want to thank you, ''

Both of us are looking deeply into each other's eyes as our lips curve up into a smile, ''I couldn't think of a better way to make sure that you don't miss out. So, you're welcome.'' She squeezes onto my hand, entwining our f

ear my waist, lifting up the shirt to reveal my abdomen area. As her eyes remain focused onto my upper body, I look away from her—not wanting to make the situation more awkward than now. Just as she lifts up the shirt, taking it off my right hand first before slowly moving to my left hand, I can feel her small fingers tracing onto my skin, accidentally.

Once she has successfully taken the shirt off, I am left shirtless in front of her which causes me to stare down at her; seeing that she's trying her best to avoid any further eye contacts but I can't help myself, I can't help it when I want to look at her more than once.

To my surprise, our eyes meet as she tries to pick up the shirt from the ground, which had fallen when she was clumsily trying to hide her blushed cheeks.

She slowly starts to stand up, our bodies inches away from one another as we continue to stare without uttering a single word or make a single movement. ''I. . . I think this is a bad idea, '' She breathes out as I lean in, slowly and slowly brushing my nose against hers.

''What is?'' I ask, clenching my jaw.

I stay still without making any further movements, not wanting to make it seem like I'm forcing her into something that she doesn't want but by the way she glances down at my lips and lean her body forward towards mine—I can tell that this is not a one-sided thing.

''This. . . you and me, '' She bites her lower lip. ''Being this close or even doing what we're thinking of doing, ''

''What exactly are we thinking of doing?'' I raise an eyebrow as I smirk, wanting to tease her as I brush my nose against her cheek, making her close her eyes at the contact.

My head leaning deeper and deeper before slowly going down to her jawline, planting kisses down her neck; making her run her hand down my arm before stopping at my elbow. Both of her eyes are closed from the sparks overflowing our bodies as I kiss onto her neck, one more time. . . this time longer than before.

''Mmm, I don't know.'' She finally answers.

My body eases at the smell of her fragrance, the same exact perfume that she have been using for years now;?Bombshell?by?Victoria's Secret?and I can't help but say it has been my favourite when she wears it—not because it has a certain seductive smell but because it mixes well with her own scent.

I lift my head up, looking into her eyes as we are only inches apart before seeing them open again, looking into mine with slight hesitation in them but I know that deep down, we're both slightly needing and mostly confused.

Within seconds, I manage to find the softness of her lips with mine. The way her full and luscious lips move against mine in a passionate yet slow kiss; it starts to make me realise how much I miss the taste of it—more likely, make me realise how I never had the chance to really experience it fully, more busy trying to impress the people around me.

Just as it starts to make my heart flutter, I immediately break the kiss to stare back at her, seeing her lips becoming pinker and her cheeks have warmed up from the short kiss.

She breathes out as I clench my jaw, ''Can we just do it one last time and forget this thing ever happened? Can we not mention it as soon as we walk out of this room?'' She asks, looking into my eyes with a pleading look; somehow not wanting the moment to end.

''Deal?'' I look down in between to find her raising her little finger, waiting for me to complete the 'pinky promise' which causes me to smile, entwining her little finger with mine.

''Deal, '' I reply before kissing her lips, her hands cupping onto my face as I place my right arm around her waist—making sure that this moment lasts as long as it can before we step out of this room, pretending to forget it ever happened.

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