BEING YOURS

CHAPTER FOUR

"Let me do it." He tried to take the kettle from her but she dodged.

"No, I'll do it."

"You've not fully recovered yet. You have to rest."

"You know you can't lock me up in my room again."

"I wish I could." He muttered and she plugged the kettle to make his peppermint tea.

"Sit." She offered, pulling one of the stools for him.

He sighed and sat down. Can he really argue with her?

"We're having guests today." She mentioned, packing some potatoes to peel.

"Who?"

"Fauzee and the rest, I sent Lawrence to get Afeef a birthday gift."

"Hmm. And what are the potatoes for?"

"Our breakfast."

"Count me out."

She turned to him with a glare. "Come again."

"Count me out."

"Why exactly?"

"I don't wish to share."

She fluttered her lashes in disbelief. This man...

"You're a pain in the neck Allah."

He raised his eyes from his phone to give her a look. "I'm gyming."

"And you don't eat before then?"

"Why would I eat before gyming?" He asked incredulously and before she replied, the kettle switched off.

She got the mug with the teabag in it and took the kettle, turning the water in it.

"Just half the cup _" He said but rather got her startled making her splash the water on herself.

Ali hurriedly went to her and collected the kettle, dropped it aside and examined her hands.

"Why are you so fucking clumsy?" He chastised, frowning.

Amira also frowned, keeping the pain aside. "I got burnt and I'm still being scolded?"

"Did I burn you?"

"You freaking startled me!"

Ali scoffed. "You mean talked?"

"Get your hands off me." She snatched her hands from him but he held her again.

"Let's get that treated."

"No." She plucked herself from his grip.

"Amira,"

"Forget it I can take care of myself."

Ali watched her as she went to the sink and turned on the tap.

"You know I'm not fucking apologising."

"Did I ask you to?" She scorned. "Make your tea and we'll go to the gym together."

"You're not_"

"I am." She shushed him. "I am going gyming with you and there's nothing you can do about it."

Ali's jaw hung loose. "What sort of human are you?"

"Same as you." She glanced at him and turned off the tap, heading for the salt canister.

"What are you doing?" Ali sneered as he watched her apply salt on her arm.

"It works, don't know how or why though."

"Salt?" He crinkled his nose.

"No, sugar." She reparteed and closed the canister. "Let's go."

"You're not going." He declared and she made for the door.