𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

10

Celine stood in front of her bedroom mirror, preparing herself for a significant milestone in her relationship with Hassan. Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves, her reflection showing a determined yet slightly anxious expression. With delicate precision, she inserted small hoop earrings, the gold glint of jewelry catching the soft glow of the room's lights.

Hassan lounged on her bed, a silent observer of the beautiful transformation happening before his eyes. His gaze was unwavering, almost as if he couldn't take his eyes off her, as if she were the most captivating sight in the world. He watched her with a mixture of admiration and affection, his eyes speaking volumes that words couldn't convey.

"Estás mirando." [You're staring] Celine playfully pointed out, the corners of her lips curling into a teasing smile as she met his gaze in the mirror.

A smirk spread across Hassan's face. "Ya lo sé." [I know] he confessed, the honesty in his voice echoing the sincerity of his feelings.

As she brushed through her hair, the occasional nervous laugh escaped her lips. She couldn't help but share her apprehensions with Hassan. It was a significant step, meeting his family, and it was natural to feel a bit jittery about it.

Sensing her unease, Hassan left the bed and approached her with a reassuring presence. His hands, warm and comforting, grazed her hips lightly as he came up behind her. The touch was both gentle and grounding, as if he was silently communicating that he was there with her every step of the way.