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"Do you know it's a violation of etiquette to listen to someone's thoughts? It's like invading their privacy." I said, looking at him, for the first time since he started to dry my hair. And holy moly, I shouldn't have looked back. Because now, it's hard to look away from him.
He raised his eyebrows at me, his fingers reaching forward to grip my jaw. And may the Almighty bless me enough to, at least, not faint when he touches my face. And before his fingers could've touched me, his fingers froze in mid-air. He heard my thoughts! Of-f*****g-course.
"Can I?" He asked me, his eyes burning into mine and I closed my eyes, nodding my head. "Open your eyes!"
His order was barked with an intensity that my entire body jolted ahead in reaction. My eyes shot open. The flames in his eyes made my lips part in astonishment. What the heck happened to him so suddenly? Wasn't he calm like a river now? What caused the tsunami inside him so suddenly? He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath after gulping his sudden rage down. I was looking at him with shock-filled eyes.
"Leah, there's no consent without a voice. And that consent is still incomplete if your eyes are not looking at me. I want to see if you're hesitant or not. Or if you're still not ready to be touched in any kind of way. No matter how affectionate that touch is. So, please look into my eyes and voice your words. And if you don't want me touching your face, tell me— no. Because there is no relationship without consent either. It is abuse, harassment. And I punish the abusers. I am not one of them."
"What if someone is mute and blind?" I asked him. I was testing his limits. But don't I always do that? And he clenched his jaw but he didn't raise his voice at me. Not even once.
"You are my soulmate, Leah. I don't care about others as long as they are either abused or abusers. And that concern is also when they die and their souls come here to get their karma." He said, leaning closer, making my eyes widen. Damn, this man is intimidating and tantalizing, all at the same time.
"And you are neither mute, nor blind. And you are the only one I am worried about before their death." He said, and I didn't know if I should be even blushing at his words because I was f*****g blushing. Who even blushes at the words that were thrown like an insult? Probably me.
He said, firmly, and I nodded my head. And they say Satan is the worst. When it's them. They are worse.
"Can I? Can I touch your face? Your cheeks?" He asked me and a small smile formed on my face. I don't know why I was even smiling. But sometimes Satan's presence makes me smile for no reason and that's my best smile, because that's the only time my smile is genuine, without any reason. I smile because I want to, and not because I have to.
"Yes, please." I said and he nodded his head, his fingers gently gripping my face, making me look at him and I forgot how to breathe for a second because his touch made warm sensations build inside my body. I took a deep breath, my body kept shivering under his touch, but at this point of time, I cared nothing more than his fingers on my face.
"You said hearing someone's thoughts is bad etiquette, right? Then tell me, Miss Summers, why are you thinking out loud?" He asked me, making my eyes to narrow at his dumb question. This is so freaking ridiculous. Tomorrow, he'll say to me, why are you breathing in my realm? Now you are mine! That's simply dumb.
"Because, Satan, that's what a person does when they don't want to speak out loud. So they think out loud. Tell me, why are you hearing my thoughts?" I asked him in return and he shook his head, leaving my face, making me purse my lips in annoyance.
"Because you haven't found any way to block your thoughts yet. Now, shush, let me brush your hair." He said, making me look forward. And his fingers started to stroke my now dry hair. It was magical how his fingers didn't get stuck in my unruly hair. He grabbed the comb and started to get rid of the knots. His actions were again slow, gentle, making sure to not hurt me in any kind of way. And this kind of bond was what I missed on earth. A companion. A friend. A partner.
"Do you want me to braid your hair, tie it in a bun or simply let your hair down?" He asked me and my heart soared at his question. Holy s**t! How do I answer him now? What if he doesn't know how to braid? I don't want to hurt his feelings. But if I ask him to tie my hair in a bun, my scalp will hurt by evening. And it's too hot in hell to actually let my hair down. I blinked my eyes, licking my lips.
"Let them down. I like them open." And I wasn't lying. My hair is long, thick and I used to roam with open hair back on earth. But now in hell, it's a nightmare.
And I felt it suddenly. My eyes blinked when I turned to look at Satan who had just pinched my neck. I winced, not because it gave me a sharp pain, but because he shocked me with his actions.
"Liar. And I can braid your hair. Why do you keep forgetting that I can hear your thoughts? Lean back now and relax. You look like you ran a marathon." He said with a snort and I turned around to glare at him.
"Why don't you sit down on this chair and let my hands touch your skin, and make you feel everything you're feeling? I'll see how calm you'll be." I sassed him and this time he assaulted the other side of my neck, making me jump slightly. His pinches were barely hurting me. They were making me feel warm.
"We can do that tomorrow morning after I take a bath. You can dry me." He said, making me choke on my breath. Holy mothers of my grandchildren!
"We..... we are getting late!" I stammered out and he shook his head, starting to braid my hair.
"They can wait. I am braiding my soulmate's hair."
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