YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY FIVE

It was past nine in the morning when Jannah squinted her eyes open to find herself sprawled all over Adnan's sinew body. She blushed heatedly at the feel of their still bare body entangled together. Though it feels like he's closed his lower half and she is also wearing a shirt, better. Their legs are naked though, tangled heatedly beneath the duvet creating more sultriness.

Her head is lying down on his slight hairy chest comfortably, one of her legs surrounded his two and her arms hauled around his torso leaving him caged to her body. They are both warm even with the air conditioning blasting to it's apex in the glass cubicle. She's got only one hope now, that Adnan is still sleeping. She refused to altar her breathing, so much at risk.

When she finally get to amalgamate the little fragments of courage, she tilted her head up only to come eyes to eyes with him. Her brows lowered in dismay so did her face in embarrassment. God knows she cannot remember much of what's happened yesterday but she is more than hundred percent sure she's humiliated herself one way or the other. Who wouldn't? She was overwhelmed and didn't see it coming. It was so erotic, passionate and sizzling.

She only wanted to kiss him, nothing more! But she couldn't stop him, not when her entire brain got damaged at that moment. She wouldn't have been able to answer what her name was even with a knife tightly pressed against her delicate throat. She was a goner the second his warm hands touched her scorching skin! She doesn't know how to react entirely.

Maybe he thought that was what she was after, her rights as a wife so he gave it to her. And that water she drank earlier from his bedside table, the water he gave her. It tasted somehow, or was her brain fogged that she was giving things taste? Perhaps.

She licked her lips nervously, she needs to leave that bed and room as soon as possible. A thick gob of saliva drifted down her throat uneasily. Is she expecting something from him? She isn't but why on earth is she not standing up to leave the room? So he won't see her naked, yeah right. After their adventure few hours ago, that is not an excuse.

Before she could act on the sheaves of ourage she's shelved in a miscellany, she felt Adnan's body moving from beneath her and he was gone. She pivoted to see him making his way out of the glass cubicle, she searched for her glasses and adorn them on her face. He is walking with his normal street swagger like nothing had happened. He is not at all tensed, awkward or nervous like she was.

Blinking back humiliating tears from rolling down her face, she stood up from the bed in a record time. Looking down at herself, she realized she was wearing one of his shirts. A watery smile touched her lips but she removed the shirt, seasoned herself with her pajamas that wear thrown all around then leave the room with the little dignity she's got left. Does she have any right to be mad at him after knowing how he is? She just couldn't help it. She is only human.

Hell, what was I expecting though? A nice bath in his tub and massage while he whispers sweet nothings in her ear? She huffed in her head, that is not something she should've even thought about. Not with Adnan at least.

"Do you want this?" He'd asked her few hours ago while she lied there bare beneath him. He thinks she will back out when she's been stripped off her sheathe? Hell no.

She blinked through lust-fog haziness, licked her lips anxiously. "Yes." It was squirmy so she added in a firmer tone, "I want this."

He cleared his throat, his eyes still dispassionate that it made her wonder why she wants this after all. "Are you sure? There won't be no regrets?"

And it clicked, he wanted her to stop this so he won't have to go through with it. She won't let him slip out of this. "No regrets. Just get over with it, Dracs."