Amaya Kenzley
She's young and curious. She's a Christian girl, but trying to follow the steps her friends Latifa & Imaan go.
On her way, she crosses paths with a Muslim boy..
At first, she didn't acknowledge the boy, but after the time flies.. sh...
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Amaya<3:
2 weeks later
It's a beautiful day. I got to see my grandma yesterday. Today is a pretty day, because I'll be at Latifa's house. I'm right now on the way there.
I knock on the door and the door opens, but not Latifa is standing behind the door, no.. it's Malik. I awkwardly wave at him, he smiles at me and I walk inside.
I take my shoes off and Malik puts slippers on the floor for me to wear. "Thank you" I mumble and he just smiles.
I walk towards the living room, but no Latifa is there. "Latifa is in her room, getting ready" Malik says and I turn around to face him. But I just regret it.
He's so close to me, if I take a step towards him I would crash against his chest. My breathe gets caught in my lungs as Malik looks down at me.
"Hmmm, then we can hangout?" I weirdly ask. Malik burst out in laughter and I frown.
"What's so funny?" I ask, pouting.
"Nothing, I'm sorry" he says with a grin on his face. I nod, walk to the sofa and sit down. Malik does the same and we sit here.
"Can you turn the TV on?" I ask Malik as I turn my head to look in his direction. He nod, getting up and taking the controller.
He throws the controller to my lap and I look surprised at him. "I don't know, what you want to watch" he shrugs and I shake my head. I turn the tv in and finally put Barbie in the dream house on.
"No" he whispers and I laugh evil to myself.
A few hours passes and I look over to Malik, he's asleep. Yeah, Barbie was tooo boring for him. How dare he?
He looks cute
Yeah. I slowly crawl to his side of the couch. As I'm right next to him, I look down at his detailed face. He has a handsome face, with no flaws.
"You're a handsome boy" I whisper and bring my hand close to his face. I breathe out and finally my hand connects with his cheek.
I know, it's a sin.. a sin he and I get, because I'm touching him and I'm not his Mahram.
I close my eyes, as I can feel his warmth coming through my hand.
Dear God, you've made one of the beautifuls creations, I ever laid my eyes on.
He's such perfection. Look at his pretty skin, the line of his perfect eyebrows.. his long thick lashes, his pretty masculine nose and his big lips.
And then, there is his jaw.. pretty shape.
I feel him turn under my touch and snap my eyes open.
I starre at two big light blue eyes, starring at me in shock. "What are you doing?" He rasps, shocked and confused. I slide away and stand up from the couch.
