Hot for him

KIMBERLY

“Your brother is a totally annoying ass and I cannot believe I have allowed him to piss me off so early in the morning” I groaned as I collapsed on my seat beside Azeena

“What did he do this time? I do not know why Allah decided to bless me with such annoying sibling and I apologize on his behalf”

“Do you know all these while that I told you he calls me something in Arabic, it was little girl” I scoffed, slamming my textbook on my table

“tifl saghir?” Zeena asked

“Yes, that is exactly it and today he did it again” I told her

Of course I was withholding information. You are not expecting me to tell my best friend that her brother had called me hot and even twirled my hair in his hand and I had felt hot both at his gaze and words and had desperately wanted him to kiss me… hell no.

“I am tired of speaking to him about it” Azeena groaned.

“He is detestable and I do not know how you cope”

We were saved further conversation by the arrival of our lecturer and soon we were neck deep in lectures and some assignments.

The bell soon rang for lunch break and

Zeena and I bounded to the cafeteria to get something in our stomach before another round of lectures began.

“There he is” Azeena muttered under her breath.

It was none other than my ex-boyfriend; Arthur and her brother standing together and whispering conspiratorially.

Well maybe they weren’t whispering but I could hardly make out what they were saying and it was unnerving that we were going to have to pass by them to the cafeteria.

“Hold my hand” Zeena told me.

She could see how nervous I was and she was probably wondering it was as a result of seeing Arthur for the first time since our messy breakup.

She could not be far from the truth because while I thought of Arthur’s presence, it was nothing compared to that of Hassan who was now looking in our direction… my direction.

His eyes surveyed me intensely and I felt stripped of everything as I approached, my mind a jumble of emotions.

“Brother” Azeena called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm

“Sister” Hassan returned, not looking at her.

He had his eyes on me and my throat was as dry as sand as I passed. I did not even have any retort to give and I sure did not even acknowledge the presence of my ex-boyfriend.

He said nothing to me, contrary to how he had always been and it made me feel like we had a moment that we were hiding from the entire world.

“You did good” Azeena said, squeezing my hand as we passed them

I nodded not trusting myself to speak and resisting the urge to turn around just to see if he was still looking at me, if he was still branding me with those dark eyes.

We reached the counter and picked our food before sitting somewhere remote. I wondered why Azeena even stuck with me seeing as she was known by literally everyone in school and they all wanted to be her friend, inviting her to their table whenever they saw the chance.

“I should invite you to a party, Kim. It is something my father is organizing to celebrate the advancement of his brand and he has asked to meet a couple of our friends. You know of course that you are my only friend” She said

“I would be honored” I laughed.

I had been dying to meet her father seeing as we were friends and she knew my mother. She spoke highly of him and we had even talked about the toll her mother’s death had taken on him.

“I think Hassan will be inviting Arthur and I hope that is not too hard on you because I really want you to come but if you think…”

“It is perfectly okay, Zeena. I will be there and I do not care about who your brother is inviting” I told her, touching her hand from across the table

“Thank you” she said, smiling at me.

She seemed relieved and I was truthful when I said I did not care about who was been invited by her brother, rather I cared about the brother in question who was messing with my mind by the minute.

“Speaking of the devil” Zeena muttered

I raised my eyes and watched Hassan and Arthur stride to our table with Hassan taking a seat beside me and Arthur left with the seat beside Zeena

“Hey Kim, how are you doing?” Arthur said.

He looked downright uncomfortable and I could only imagine that this was Hassan’s idea and another way of torturing me. There was no way I was going to give him that satisfaction and so I sat up straight and plastered a becoming smile on my face.

“I am well, Arthur. Thank you for asking and how are you too?”

“I am fine” He muttered and then picked up his spoon, silencing any more talks between us.

“What do you want, Hassan?” Zeena asked, glaring at her brother so powerfully.

“Is it a crime to want to chill with my sister and her best friend?” He muttered, drawing closer to me while I tried to move without making it obvious

“You are only here to mess with Kim and I would not tolerate such behavior” she threatened

“What are you going to do about it, then? Report me to dad?” He smirked and then turned around to watch me while I squirmed

“You should come to our party” He said

“I have already been invited by Zeena” I snapped, not looking up at him

“Good” He said and then focused on his food.

Zeena continued glaring at him while I was overly aware of his presence and the heat radiating from his body. It was hard to eat and the spoon clattered to my plate a couple of times before I finally got a hold of it.

I am going crazy and just because he called me hot, I thought and then let out a pent up breath

“You seem troubled” he said softly beside me.

I turned to look at him; he had his spoon in his mouth, his dark eyes staring so intently at my face and ever so slowly he licked the spoon with his tongue snaking out so sensually.

My cheeks reddened as I watched but I could not look away while he repeated the motion until I was hot and could feel my core clench with need.