My Reward; His Punishment

THE GRAY WATCH

"Yes, I will text you." Adam talks over the phone before picking up his towel on his way to bathroom.

Yes, he takes his phone into the bathrooms too.

Once the coast is clear, I sneak into his Study room to pick up his gray watch from the wooden table. I hide it under my t-shirt and fly outside the room.

"Mam!" Mrs. Hall pops up right in front of me all of a sudden, almost petrifying me.

"Mrs. Hall!" I breathe nervously. "What happened?"

"Hannah's ready. Shall I send the driver or Sir is going to drop her to school?"

"Uhm, Sir isn't ready yet. Send the driver today." I try to emit a smile. She nods before leaving and I loosen up a little.

I've never stolen anything before, so it's kind of weird and frightening. Not stealing though, just a little bit of misplacement for my sake.

I put his watch on the dining table furtively, behind the glass jar and rush back on the couch, pick up the cup of my coffee and get back to the TV, when he comes to the front room with only a white towel wrapped around his lower body.

Holy fish!

I stare at him like a hungry woman and he is the last piece of chocolate cake in the bakery; the way his muscles flex with every action, the swift movement of his long fingers through his brown hair, the speed at which his sexy cologne covers the air and the way he's licking his blood red lips, is all so tempting for me. I just want to kiss them.

Have I no shame?

It's been a week since our Anniversary. Remember the gift? His gift made some terrible changes in our lives. Now we have started talking more often with our names included, of course. He asks me about the colour of his shoes and I ask him about the food in the evening. We used to wish each other Morning but now we've started wishing Good Nights too. I see his notes beside my bed when I wake up and I too ask him when he'll be home by the evening.

I just love each moment of talking to him. And when I don't find any reason to talk to him, I hide his things so that he may ask them to me. Jesus, it feels so good when he looks into my eyes, explains things to me with his hands and when he takes my name, I manage not to faint right there.

"Hey Jane." He calls my name. Yes!

I jump, internally.

"I'm not getting my gray watch!" He says, searching for it in the other cupboard.

"Grey watch?" I pretend, unable to hide my grin though.

"Yeah, do you know?" He asks again, moving towards the desk.

"Amm...yeah, I think I saw it on that table." I point to the dining table and he follows.

"Yeah it's here. Thank you!" He says, and I blush so bad.

Bottom line is, I've started loving him more. And he is doing a really great job in growing my feelings with each passing day.

But he hasn't said that he loves me. I know the question is foolish but the day he gifted me the necklace, my expectations have resulted in quite a growth. I don't know what's happening with me right now but I just can't bear it at all. I mean why someone gifts you something? Out of affection and to tell you your importance in their life, right?

"Please keep it in." He says putting down an envelope on the dining table with a briefcase in his hand as I direct my attention to his words from his lips.

"I will." I reply.

Day by day, I want him to do more. More and more. I've started smiling at his thank yous and the problem is, I can't control. I have been going through cooking shows to cook his favorite food every other day. I have started staring at his body for longer when he isn't noticing without any fear that he may catch me. I can't bear when he changes his shirt in front of me. I blush hard whenever he smiles back at me. This all so un freaking believable! I didn't know that his one gift can change the person in me. I don't know if he likes me or not. But I like him and that's all I know.

"See you." He smiles before exiting from the door and I smile back. I sigh and pick it up before walking into his Study Room and pulling out the drawer full of invitation cards. I add one into it and roll my eyes at them.

They are useless, hundreds of them. The letters, the invitations from the acquaintances across the city. Either he goes alone or he doesn't. What is it to like go with him, as a couple? I give myself a thought and slap the other moment.

"It's Earth. And why on earth would he take me with him?" I murmur to myself when the main door opens up again. I walk back to see him standing there.