Gauhar's POV
"You don't have to do anything like that." I finally managed to say, my eyes trained on the spotless teal laminated counter. My voice was heavier even to my own ears, perhaps it was regret that lined my tone.
And sadness that no matter how his gestures of kindness made me feel none of it will be real. Perhaps that's why I wanted him to stop, I didn't want his kindness to hurt me in the long run.
"Oh I am very well aware of that darling," his voice was smooth like velvet as he pushed the steaming cup of coffee under my nose, the familiar smell of the beverage almost made me moan. "but I want to."
He winked at me playfully and I couldn't decide if I wanted to throw the hot coffee on his face because of how cringy it was or laugh at his smug behaviour. In the end I decided to do neither of them as I wrapped my hands around the hot cup as I willed my heart to slow down.
