A Merrier Memory

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LA summer breeze is playing with my hair, making it dance in its own rhythm

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LA summer breeze is playing with my hair, making it dance in its own rhythm. The winds listen to none, they will break boundaries and free your spirit.

I often find my hot-spirited husband tranquil when he's at the balcony of his room, watching the stars shine with a sparkle in his own eyes.

I'm staring at the same stars he spends hours looking at, my perspective may not match his, unlike me he holds knowledge about them, I only hold a longing for a scenery.

I lean my back more into the alluring wall of the castle's balcony, away from the noices of the party going on downstairs.

My bare feet appears smooth from here, the kick Dennis received from them was hopefully equally smooth, my broken heel will agree.

I can't believe he thought I'll let him kiss me.

“May I sit next to you?”

Out of everyone, of course Zoravar Malik is meant to find me here, under the spell of his favourite stars and who am I to deny this man the experience of his favourite activity!?

“Yes, you may.” I answer and the next minute find him beside me, leaning against the wall, flexing those muscles of his, I can feel his bicep touching my skin faintly and awaking jitters, his stare on my face is not helping either.

“Are you well, Adira?” His question leads my stare on his face, Of course you know.

“Is Daddy freaking out?” The only words my mouth can speak, The only words my mind can think about right now.

My father's overprotective nature can be very cruel at times, he'll not think twice before ruining his own anniversary party and Oh how much I wish to avoid that.

I wait for his answer and don't miss the slight change of toughness in his expressions, “I don't know.”

Shit.

“Now may we get back to my question, Adira!?” His tone is calm but his eyes state a different story, the heat of his stare is demanding and dominating.

“I'm taken aback but I'm fine.” I answer and watch his eyes flashing a hint of softness, “Nevertheless, the night is still young and I'm hoping to find a merrier memory.” I add and curl one side of my lips.

His stare moves to my half-smile and then gets back to my eyes once again, the movement is enough to play with the balance of my breathing, considering we are sitting very close.

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