"Do you care to let me see your legs?" she asked softly. Jessica had been meaning to ask this but the right time and opportunity never came.
Davis had long shut himself up that it became very difficult to approach him and the issue of his legs as been a sacred topic. Though they lived together, it’s more like she forced herself into his cold solitary world.
But this time seems to be the best time. May be he will be willing to talk, may be he will be willing to let her see. And only then will she able to forge a way forward.
Her gaze rested on his face brimming with concern and heartache. While silently encouraging him to give himself a chance.
Davis looked at her face taking note of the various expressions —no judgment in her gaze, only concern, sincerity and heartache.
She understood how deeply he struggled with his vulnerability, how much he hated being exposed, how much of a shadow his condition had left on him.
Davis felt complicated about what to do or say. Aside from Ethan, who had passed through so much with him every other person had always looked at him with gaze filled with mockery.
Davis with complicated gaze looked at for a while and chuckled lightly in self mockery.
"Aren’t you ashamed of me?" he asked quietly, the question hanging in the air between them, his heart beating wildly in trepidation.
This question has haunted him for so long, and he had avoided asking for fear of the answer. He always feels and believe the reason of Vera’s betrayal stems from how shameful it will be to associate herself with a crippled.
But now, with the walls he had built around himself crumbling bit by bit, it slipped out before he could stop it. His heart raced as he awaited her response, unsure if he could bear the truth of what she might say.
Jessica gaze on him lingered for sometime, not missing the series of emotions that flickered across his face— fear, nervousness, vulnerability, shame and pain.
It was clear he wanted an answer, a confirmation of his hope but he dreaded the very possibility of what it might be. He didn’t want his hope dashed and will prefer he lives without having any.
Seeing how he braced himself for the answer he dreaded. Her heart ached for him, but looking at his expectant face, something else stirred in her too—the urge to tease him.
A smile crept up her lips, mischief glistening in her eyes. But then her gaze fell lightly on his lips, a fleeting thought crossing her mind. "Wouldn’t a kiss provide the right answer", she mused. It had always been him forcefully kissing her may be she can get her revenge on this day.
Davis noticed the change in her expression with the smile tugging at her lips, a thought flashed through his mind—she is up to no good.
Jessica shifted her focus on his lips as series of naughty thoughts rushed through her mind. His eyes locked onto hers, as though caught in a trance, Davis’s gaze followed hers, his focus shifting to her lips.
As if a silent command had been issued, his body in obedience leaned in and captured her lips in a tender yet consuming kiss. Though hesitantly at first, but as she responded with the same fervor he let go of any hesistance as he deepens the kiss.
His hand moved to her waist, tightening lightly as he pulled her closer to himself. The other slid gently up her side, caressing her. She twitched slightly beneath his touch as the heat from his hand seeped through the fabric of her clothes, an electrifying warmth coursing through her body.
For a moment, everything else faded. The world outside, the worries, the tension, the pain, the nervousness—they all melted away in the simplicity of the moment. The kiss deepened, soft but full of an unspoken need.
Slowly, Davis’s hand slid under the fabric of her clothing, sending electrifying waves across her bare skin.
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