---- the edge.


    His back was to me, flower petals were strewed all over the water and steam was rising.


    My feet stagger back on their own.


    Ican''t do this.


    Before I know my hands were shaking and I had barely turned to run out when his cold voice sliced through.


    Hurry up.


    I don''t have much time.


    I wish to rest.


    He can''t see its me.


    What are the chances he will know.


    Tjust have to put some oil and water on him and done.


    Taking slow dreaded steps closer I look at the countless bottles to take out the one with oil But if I touch him, the sparks will reveal it.


    Think! There has to be something.


    Gloves.


    Yes there were gloves.


    He doesnt like being touched.


    I slip on the stic rubbery material and fumble with the bottles.


    ---- eee What''s taking you so long? God.


    I just realised how scary he is to others.


    Somehow when he talks to me, its different.


    Lend up dropping a bottle and I curse.


    Shit! I see his fists clench.


    Tlurrying up I emptied the bottle on my palms and stand behind him.


    Where should I begin now? Biting my lip I slip into the pool ande face to face with him.


    His eyes were closed.


    He was rxing but his forehead was still covered in creases Ate you new? Just do it- And thats when I do the must stupid mistake of my life.


    Not knowing which ce to begin with I m my oily palms right on his chest, pressing on his...


    You know what.


    The word that starts with N.


    I dont know what the make version of it is called though.


    ---- Te stiffens And I freeze.


    Shit.


    ] am dead.


    ---- eee = Chapter 113 He doesnt move.


    And not doT.


    A list of apologies were right on the edge of my tongue but they don''t slip.


    He will recognise my voice.


    I can''t say a word Gulping I slowly start moving my hands.


    Knowing I was walking on shallow waters.


    Thave a feeling he can snap any second.


    I continue.


    My hands move in a circr motion and I can feel every contour of his chest.


    Every muscle.


    Damn.


    What is he made up of? Stone? Its like I am touching a rock.


    My trembling hands start gettingfortable and I slowly extend my hands to his neck and shoulders.


    Corded veins peep back at me and I bite my lip.