Had he been there all that time? It wasn’t possible…how had I not noticed him? But if he’d just arrived, how had I not noticed that either? Surely I would have heard something…the open and close of the door, the sound of footsteps, the scrape of the chair as he sat down… But my mind was suddenly numb with shock and disbelief, for I realised then…that long, unruly black hair…that tight, broad shouldered chest…those proud features and that gentle smile…but more than that, those bright, loving eyes…those grey, haunting eyes…I knew this man… Barely trusting my own voice, I stood stock still, trembling now more than ever. ‘Fian?’ I breathed. The man smiled gently, as if telling me to believe…to trust… But it was all too much, too quick, I felt myself go hot, sickness overcoming me as my head began to swirl once more. I heard the rushed scrape of a chair, saw the panicked look come over Fian’s face as he stood and rushed towards me. He grabbed my elbow as I began to fall, then his other. Geetha called out to me from the kitchen, to get down the washing soap from the top shelf where her hand could not reach. As I got the soap and turned to pour it into the soap bowl, I saw her leaning back against the wall. The bowl was in her left hand hanging loosely by her side, and she was looking at me with a constant sultry look, that almost said ‘come touch me’. Naive & inexperienced as I was, I failed to understand the message. I asked her to raise the bowl for the soap. She did not respond and continued to look at me.That’s when it struck me!! My heart nearly skipped a beat. Could this be happening? What if I was mistaking her messages, if I tried fooling with her, would my parents get to know? I wanted to be sure, not make any bold approaches. I grasped her hand that was holding the bowl and lifted it. As my hand closed over hers, her lips parted and she almost trembled. It was clear to me NOW. I took the bowl from her hand and set it away on the shelf. I awkwardly ran a.
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