Torrential Love

Chapter Thirty-Two

~DUNCAN~

He waited for about thirty minutes to pass before he finally calmed down. Standing up, he went back into his home and Yael's head snapped to him.

"What wrong?" she said.

He watched her brows furrow in curiosity. Somehow, the space between her brows... It looked utterly beautiful. So was her forehead, that strand of hair hanging at the side of her face... even the invisible air around her took on a sweeter smell. He sighed and rubbed his head in resignation.

"Hello?" Yael said again.

He sighed.

"Eat something wrong?" Yael asked.

"You - " he said. "You - "

"Huh?"

"Forget it," he said, leaving her bedside to slump down on the chair, his forehead still in one hand. He was still feeling the aftermath of the panic earlier.

"Duncan," Yael said.

The hairs on his skin stood at the sound of his name leaving her mouth. He let out a short, loud laugh, and she jumped on the bed again.

"Oh, you not fine," she announced.

"I'm fine," he said.

"No, you not," she said. "What wrong?"

"I - " he said, then laughed like a fool again.

"Geez," she said. "Anyway, can you help me, please?"

"With?"

"I need change bandages."

"Sure," Duncan said, leaving his seat to fetch the first aid kit to her bedside. He sat at the edge of the bed, looked at her top and realised something.

He would have to undress her.

And he was not exactly in the right state of mind to do that!

"I'll call for Lucy," Duncan said. "Wait here."

"Huh? You do before, just do again. Lucy is home."

"But - "

"Is okay, don't worry. I'm okay with it," Yael said with a wave.

"I guess I don't have a choice," he said. She peeled her top from her body and when she was sitting before him in her bra, his body stiffened.

He tore the plaster on her chest from her skin and threw it to the bin next to the bed. He pressed some ointment from a tube onto his fingers and with shaking hands, brought his index finger to the swell of one breast. His hand shook as he touched her skin and Yael's thoughts entered his mind.

Why is he so nervous?

Well, that was a question he didn't want to answer. His other hand fisted tightly as he tended to her wound and the breath from Yael's mouth grazed his forearm.

"What wrong?" Yael asked.

"I'm fine," he repeated, but his hand was shaking and he wasn't meeting her eyes. She was aware of that and his breath hitched in his mouth before he finally removed his hand from her body to calm himself down. Retracting his hand, surprise hit him when Yael caught his hand in midair between either of them. "Why - "

She closed the distance between them and touched her lips to his. He froze on the spot as her soft lips pressed onto his and he smelled fresh roses on her cheeks. She parted from him, breath heavy as her eyes watched him with fear dancing behind her irises.

"Sorry - " Yael said.

But Duncan held onto the side of her face and brought her lips back to his. He kissed her gently a few times, and she melted in his hands. Wrapping a hand around her nape, he deepened their kiss, and she gave a gasp of pleasure when he bit onto her lower lip. They parted momentarily.

"Duncan - "

"Christ," he said as he kissed her again, blissed out from her intoxicating lips. She kissed him back fiercely, and dropped a hand towards his lower body, inching it underneath his shirt and brushing it across his heated skin.