Breathe by Ani San

imagination fantasied of the parts below.
    ‘ Ouch! Shit!’ I curse, as the knife that should be cutting the tomato, slashed my index finger instead. It wasn’t a deep cut, but the pain got excruciating as tomato juice ran into the open cut. I stomped my foot, I didn’t do pain good. There was blood on the cutting board. I threw the tomato in the trash, and wrapped some paper towel around my finger. I needed to clean it and put on a patch, but that was in the first aid kit in the bathroom. The pain decreased but I couldn’t continue with the food with a bleeding finger. I walked towards the bedroom. The shower wasn’t running anymore, but I couldn’t bring myself to enter. Instead I waited outside the bathroom door. I could hear him roaming inside. A minute later, the door opened. His naked chest was now covered in a white shirt. And the long johns were replaced with a black Nike pants. He was still breath-taking. He seemed startled to see me standing outside the door, then he noticed the finger wrapped in paper towel.
    ‘ Excuse me, I just need to get the first aid kit.’ I said, and waited for him to move.
    ‘ You cut yourself?’ he asked, taking a step closer to me.
    ‘ Yes.’ I felt stupid. ‘It’s just a small cut, but I need to clean and patch it up before I continue making our lunch.’
    He reached for the hand , and unwrapped it carefully. I got embarrass as he studied the cut with a frown on his face. I pulled my arm back. ‘It’s nothing, really. I just didn’t want to get blood on the food.’ I started to walk passed him, but he backed up into the bathroom ahead of me. When I found the first aid kit, he took it from me and found the antiseptic. Then he started to clean my cut with gentle movements, and when all the blood was gone, he patched it up. He kissed my forehead afterwards, making me feel like a little schoolgirl. I felt my tears well up, I hadn’t had anyone taken care of me for a very long time. He looked worried.
    ‘ Does it hurt? It didn’t look like it needed stitches,’ he said.
    ‘ No, its not that. It’s just... Never mind.’ I didn’t want to tell him. I didn’t want him to think of me as a pathetic lonely girl. I was supposed to be an adult. He didn’t push me. We went back to the kitchen. I found a new knife and cutting board and grabbed another tomato.  
    ‘ Maybe I should do that.’ He took the knife from my hand. ‘I wouldn’t want you to loose all your fingers.’
    ‘ It wasn’t my fault,’ I said. ‘I got distracted.’ I knew I shouldn’t have said it the second the words left my mouth.
    ‘ Distracted with what?’ He had stopped cutting, and turned around to look at me. Naturally I blush. I tried to turn away, grabbing plates and cups, and pouring some soda. When I turned back, he was still grinning.
    The rest of the day went by in a blur. We ate and talked, and I even painted a portrait of him. Painting a natural picture weren’t my usual style, but I manage. And it was the perfect pastime. I could openly gawk at him for an hour, trace every line of his face. And I got to have a souvenir of him when he left. Alice had called while I was painting, wondering what happened last night. I got evasive and asked if she hooked up with Kiro. I didn’t want to tell her anything while Christopher was listening. I didn’t even know what I could tell her. She was my best friend, but I didn’t know if I could trust her with this. She probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. I was surprised to hear that she went home with Kiro, and were meeting him later tonight for a movie. I wished her a good time, and asked her to call me tomorrow to tell me how it went. Christopher looked uncomfortable when I hung up, and had asked if we told each other everything. I told him I might hold back a few details.
    We made Saltimbocca with veal for dinner, and oven baked vegetables. Anna had even bought a red win to go with the veal. Christopher didn’t let me cut anything, ‘in