Burn the truth (ENG)

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When I felt a cold hand on my bare arm, I woke up startled.

Inhale and exhale.

I turned wearily and looked sleepily into Imran's brown-green eyes.

"Hey," he whispered with a dazzling smile and kissed my cheek.

I put my hand to my mouth and yawned deeply at the time on the nightstand.  07:28 AM.

"It's too early," I grumbled exhaustively.  I crawled into Imran's warm body and closed my eyes.

His fingers stroked my hair and I let out a sigh of pleasure.  "Let's have breakfast, Zara. I'm hungry."

When he tried to get up, I clung to the warmth.  "No, stay."  I was tired, no exhausted.

All I wanted to do was catch up on my sleep from the past few days.  I could hardly keep my eyes open.

He let out a sigh.  "Zara, get up."

I pouted my lip and slowly sat up.  "Happy now?"

He rolled his eyes and threw his arms under his head as he studied me.

I removed a hair tie from my wrist and tied my hair into a messy bun.  I fished his white shirt off the floor and buttoned it after putting it on.  It fell just above my knees.

As I pushed the duvet off of me and prepared to get up, Imran pulled me towards him through my wrist.  I fell on the bed with my knees.

"Imran?"  I looked at his brown-green eyes inquiringly.

His lips moved slowly past my ear and a bomb of tingles burst open.  "Where are you going?"

I bit my lip to keep my laugh from escaping.  "To prepare breakfast, Imran."

"Mmm."  He pushed me slowly against the mattress and hung above me.  "Forget breakfast."

"I thought you were hungry."  I grinned amusedly.

"From you," he whispered sensually in my ear.

When his lips were on my neck, I gently pushed him back.  "Imran, it's only eight in the morning."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly as he frowned.  "So?"

I rolled my eyes and pressed my nails against his bare back as his fingers played piano on my thigh.  "Imran," I muttered warningly.

"Mmm."  His grin widened as his fingers slid up.

I took a deep breath.  My heart raced.

Imran, knowing the effect he had on me, grinned proudly.  "If you only knew what's going through my mind right now."

I turned around so I was at the top and leaned towards him.  "I think I have a really good idea about what's going through your mind."  My fingers ran over the buttons of the shirt I'd put on, darkening his eyes.

Not long after, the shirt was ripped from my body and thrown to the floor.

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Feeling the warm rays of the sun on my face, I opened my eyes and stretched.

A small smile formed on my lips at the sight of Imran's sleepy figure.

We had fallen asleep again.

I turned and saw 11:17 AM on the digital alarm clock.

After I calmly took Imran's muscular arm off me and got up, I fished out some clean clothes from the wardrobe and walked quietly to the bathroom.