Slammed my hand on the table

Jimmy went directly into the bedroom. He saw Noor in the balcony, filling water into a bowl for the birds.

He stood at the door thinking how to get Noor out of her shell. He thought and thought until an idea struck his head.

He walked to the balcony and called for her, "Noor… "

He turned around to see that he is standing holding his right hand tight.

She walked to him and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

He acted if he was in great pain. "I slammed my hand on the table in the office"

"Why did you do that?" she asked as she took his hand in her hands to analyze the injury.

"I was in the meeting and I got angry so I…" he gave a look of being guilty.

"But your hand looks fine…" she inspected and claimed.

"Ahh… maybe the injury is internal…" he wanted her sympathy but only received doubts.

"Then let me call a doctor for you", she moved away from him to get her phone.

He stopped her mid-way and said, "No! I mean I don't need a doctor but instead, can you help me with some things?"

"Sure", she responded.

"Can you help me change and feed me dinner?" he told her straightforwardly.

Noor's cheeks turned red but when she looked at his puppy eyes she managed a smile and nodded in a yes.

She went to the closet to get him home clothes. Meanwhile, he did arm wave behind her back. When she turned around, he again took his right hand and massaged to show if he was genuinely in pain.

She walked towards the door and closed it; then she walked to the balcony and closed the glass door and turned on the curtains.

She looked at him and walked closer to him. Avoiding his eyes she undid his black striped tie and placed it on the bed. She then started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

His brain was on the 9th cloud but Noor wanted to dig a hole in the earth and jump in it.

As she was undoing, his shredded body gave a particular type of warmth which was attracting her more and more. She closed her eyes to avoid the blush that was creeping on her cheeks and ears.

He was enjoying the touch of her small fingers and further held back his breath so that his abs could look cooler. He filled his chest with air and drew his stomach in.

Noor did as fast as she could and help him wear casuals.

She asked him to sit back on the edge of the bed and keep his feet high. He felt ashamed thinking that the next step would be his pants.

But Noor asked him to unbutton his pants himself. He unbuttoned, undid the zipper and felt that his pants flew the next second.

Noor took hold of his pants' edges and drew them with full force.

His eyes grew wide in surprise; he was expecting a gentle experience.

Noor turned around and left the room without looking at him.

He recovered from the shock, wore his clothes and headed back downstairs.