Blossom

16

 Z A R A H P O V "Oh, my God!" I stood in front of the most beautiful place in the world. The puff of fresh nature plays in the blue, up here in the sky that embraces valleys and mountains. The various flowers filled the field. With bright colors contrasting against each other, causes the flowers to stand out.

"You like it?" he gently placed his hand on my head. 

"Like it? I love it," I ran across the beautiful field, feeling the soft petals against my hand. The lookout revealed the watercolor blue mountains, still high up, and perching high up on the hill. The field was open, beautiful flowers all over the place. 

"I always come here. It’s very calming and soothing," He breathed in the fresh air. 

"Thank you for bringing me here," I whispered. 

"Your welcome," he smiled, came in front of me, bent down at my height. 

"What now?" I shyly looked away, feeling his gaze on me. 

"I have wanted to do something for a very long time, but I-"

"What is it?" I cut him off. 

He grabbed my face in between his big palm; I tilted my chin in confusion. He leaned in and lightly touched my bottom lip. My heart stopped beating for a minute. I watch as he backed away a little and tucked my hair behind my ear, removing it away from covering my face.

The moon shined upon us. It was a romantic night. I looked into his eyes to see him look directly into mine. To my surprise, he leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to mine. It was one of those harsh kisses as if he showed how much he missed me for the past couple of months.  It was a passionless innocent kiss that lasted more than a second.

Just like that, he entwines our fingers. He leaned his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment while it lasted. He soothingly ran his thumb across my cheek.

"I know we were supposed to take things slowly, but I just couldn't stop myself from doing it. You are just so beautiful," Ahmed breathed out. 

"Thank you," I blushed. 

"Let's go home before we get in trouble," he kissed my cheek. 

                                                                                   - - -"Where have you two been? Mom is going to kill you two," Sofia yelled in a whispered voice as soon as we stepped inside the house. 

"Where are they?" I asked.

"They fall asleep," she answered.

"I am 25 years old, for God’s sake. I am not an 8-year-old kid anymore," grumbled Ahmed before heading to our room.

"So, what happened?" Sofia wiggled her eyebrow.

"Nothing really," I shrugged my shoulder.

"Oh, come one. Something had to happen. You two left right after college; you returned home at 11 in the night," she rolled her eyes.

"Nothing happened. Ahmed just took me to a beautiful place, that's it," I answered once again. I was not going to tell her what happened. First, it’s awkward to tell my best friend that I kissed her brother. Second, once I tell her, there is no mercy from her tease. She will talk about it for the rest of my life. 

"Oh. So I will see you late. I have to finish a project," Sofia informed, believing me. 

I nodded my head, walking up to my room. As I entered the room, I saw him sleeping on the couch. From the very beginning, we decided to sleep separately. Since our marriage was unexpected, we thought it would be best to take things slow and get to know each other, become “friends.” 

However, I thought we passed that stage of being “friends.” The kiss we shared, didn’t it mean anything to him? Was it a way to release his frustration? I will not lie, but it did hurt to see him sleeping on the sofa instead of on the bed with me. Maybe staying as a friend is the best option.

Getting in the bathroom, I changed into my spelling clothes. I got under the bed and pulled the cover-up. I let the sleep consumed me.

A H M E D P O V I tossed and turned on the sofa, feeling unease. It sucks to sleep on the couch because the couch was small, and my large body can not fit in it. I get backaches just from sleeping on the sofa. Turning my head, I glimpsed at the bed, seeing that she has already fallen asleep. Getting off the sofa, I walked to our bed. I missed seeing Zahar and holding her close to me already. It was killing me alive, no ability to have her close to me. I wanted to be like a normal couple, where we can hold hands and show affection to each other without feeling awkward or shy. Yet, I don’t want to disrespect her wish or her feelings. Without her permission, I could not lay on the bed and make her uncomfortable. She was sleeping on her right side of the bed while her hair was all over the place. She looked so peaceful. The kiss that we shared was amazing, even though it was for a couple of seconds. I wanted us to be more than just friends. However, I know that she needs some time to process this all in. I slide next to her in bed, unable to control my body and mind. 

Would she mind if I sleep next to her?