Promise me

Sara POV

"Why are you hiding your hand? Show it to me." I looked at him in confusion when he didn't show me his hand, even after my request.

"Sara, it's ok; I accepted your compliments. What's the need for kissing in my hands?" Why wouldn't he show me his hands? I noticed something fishy about his behavior.

"Aaron, show me your hand right now." I'm not sure why I asserted my dominance over him.

He slowly opened his palm in front of me.

"Oh my god, your palm burns so severely." I gasped as I glanced at his palms. He has many cuts and burns on his palm.

"Why did you not put any cream on your cut?" I promptly removed the first aid box and bandaged his wound with ointment.

"I didn't have time to apply bandages; I was busy cooking." He replied to me like an innocent child. His childlike face always melted my heart.

"If you are not a skilled cook, why would you need to cook?" I chastised him.

"I intend to apologize to you. If I don't cook for you, you won't talk to me."

What suddenly happened to him? Is this the same Aron Finge? Since he never cared about my silence, I don't think he had any effect on it.

I looked at his face in awe.

It's unbelievable how much work he puts in just talking with me.

"Why does my silence bother you?" I questioned him.

"I'm not sure." He fixed his gaze on his palm.

"I did not intend to cause you any harm last night; however, my desire overtook me. I apologize." His eyes betrayed a sincere apology to me.

"I forgave you, Aaron. It's all right." When I saw his adorable face, I grinned.

"Friends?" He extends his hands in front of me.

When I observe his attempts, my emotions run away from me.

The woman to whom he is going to confess his love must be extremely fortunate. I gazed at him for a full two minutes, wishing that I could be the fortunate woman he was proposing to, but I knew I wasn't that fortunate. That's why he asked me to become his friend. I didn't want to lose him, so I happily accepted his friendship offer.

"Sara, thank you for being my friend." He again happily kissed my forehead. My body began to tingle strangely again.

"Sara, I have a question for you." He hesitated to ask me a question for the first time.

"Yes." I motioned for him to ask me a question.

"Why did your vagina feel so constricted the night before?" My face flushed as I listened to his query. How could he ask such an intimate question in such an open way? Nevertheless, he was correct—I endured excruciating pain in my vagina when he inserted his dick into me.

"I'm not sure." I gazed down at my lap in response.

"When I was fucking you last night, you know what I felt. It felt as though it was the first time I've ever fucked you. You felt like a fucking virgin."

"Aaron, how could you be so shameless?" I turned my face to avoid his heated gaze fixed on mine.

"We can talk about anything now that we are friends, right?" He smiled mischievously upon seeing me.

Oh, so he was teasing me on purpose.

"No, we can't talk to our friends about what matters about sex."

"OK, so tell me what we can discuss as friends." He moved to take a seat in front of me.

"We can discuss the issues in our lives. We can talk about our early years. We can discuss our past romantic relationships and our daily routines." I tallied the number of subjects we could discuss as friends.

"But, Sara, why are we unable to talk about sex?" He questioned me.

"I dont know." How am I supposed to tell him that every time he looked at me, my body tingled intensely? If we had a sexual conversation, my lips yearned to feel his gentle kisses.

"No, that's it—discussing sex is off-limits."

"Okay, then please explain why you didn't write anything yesterday."

"since I felt resentful of you." I'm not sure how I was able to tell him straight out why I hadn't written yesterday.

"Therefore, my actions have a significant impact on your life." He grinned once more, understanding the reason for my agitated state.

"No, it's not like that." I attempted to deceive him.

"I know you missed me last night, Sara, so don't lie."

Why is he teasing me? How did he know that I missed him last night?

"Not at all." I was quite content while you weren't around.

"Yes, it explains why you threw the food in the trash can."

Oh no, he knows everything, so now there's a way to lie to him.

"Aaron, I have a question for you." With serious eyes, I stared at him.

"Ask."

"I saw one photograph in your study. Could you tell me about her?" I'm uncertain about his response to my question, given that the last time I received his call, he expressed his anger towards me. I am hesitant to ask him this question.

"That's my mom, Sara." His smile suddenly disappeared, and his expression changed to sadness.

"Why did you hide that photograph in your study?"

"I don't want to see her dirty face again." I saw hatred in his eyes for his mom.

"However, why?"

"Since she deceived me. She told me a falsehood. I detested her." His eyes filled with tears.

I was shocked to see him crying for the first time. I was mistaken to believe that he was emotionally ignorant. He seemed to have a deeper emotional sense than I did.

"Could you please tell me the entire story?" I put my arms around him to comfort him.

"No, now that you know my past, you will judge me." He cried out, burying his head in my chest.

"I promise not to judge you for anything, Aron." How could I tell him that I'm starting to fall in love with him and that I'm now feeling all of the pain? For him to lead a positive life, I wish to end his suffering. But I'm not sure if he'll find me eligible to share his dark secrets with me or not.

"Make me a promise, Sara: After learning about my mother, you won't abandon me." He extends his hand in front of me to accept my promise. I smiled at his innocent gestures, but I also extended my hand to make a promise.