DALIA (Book 1 in the ISWAJI series)

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Waleed's POV

3 months later

I make my way through the staff room with two small brown bags in hand.

"Jamie." I walk up to her as she was marking books in the staff room.

"Yes?" She turns around to the sound of my voice and I take a seat across from her.

"I need you to dig deep into Dalia. Find out everything about her. Well, not everything. Just anything about her. Ask her questions, please." I think I sounded obvious, because for the first time in my life I think I was in love. But I don't care at this point. I just want Dalia's attention in any way possible.

"Is my big man already looking into marriage after years of trying to convince you?" She says with a grin.

"Jamie, she isn't like anyone I have ever met." My eyes plead to her, wanting her to see how serious I was.

"Oh, sure. When do you want me to meet with her?" Jamie asks with a smile.

"Can you meet up with her any day? Go to Starbucks or something. Just talk to her."

She gives me a big smile in response.

"I am happy you're finally growing up." She chuckles.

I feel my neck heat up and my pulse increasing.

"Why are you carrying Tim Hortons coffee and bagels? It isn't even break time." She smirks.

"It's for Dalia. She likes bagels with cream cheese. I got her iced cappuccino too, I noticed she always gets this."

"Someone is a stalker."

I disregard her playful taunting and look her dead in the eye.

"Just get her to confess."

Jamie gives me a wink and gets back to marking her books.

I brush my hair back in frustration and walk to Dalia's class, that was very close to the staffroom.

I knock the door and open it. I have a made a special knock so Dalia would know it was me.

"Morning." I tell her from the door. I was slightly nervous. Why the fuck am I nervous?

I am just here to give her breakfast because she doesn't have a lesson right now.

"Good morning." She smiled my way and went back into looking at her plans.

I walk up to her and get out the bagel and iced cappuccino for her.

"For me?" Dalia frowns but with a smile.

"A treat, for working hard with Jad. He is finally starting speak in small sentences." I mean, I didn't entirely lie.

Dalia takes the drink and wraps her lips around the straw while looking at me. She takes a sip and pulls the straw out past her lips, leaving one small droplet of coffee on her lips. Tempting me to lick it off her.

I clear my throat.

"Does it taste good? How you like it?"

Please blood don't go south.

"It's perfect, thank you, Waleed." She smiles at me.

"And you know, just faith in God has helped with Jad. I may work hard but God plans if he wants me to be the reason for Jad's improvement."

"That's true. But I am still going to give you credit." I chuckle and run my fingers through my hair once more.

"What classes do you have today?"