The Unlikely Union

26 ~ In the Embrace

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The soft, amber light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of their  bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room.

The air was still, thick with the lingering warmth of the night before, where whispers and laughter had filled the space, accompanied by stolen glances and breathless sighs.

Wajdan lay on his side, his arm draped possessively around Dua's waist as she rested against his chest. Her hair, now slightly tousled from sleep, lay sprawled across the pillow, and her breathing was soft and even. 

The warmth of their bodies intertwined, and there was a sense of peace in the room—a peace they both had fought so hard to earn.

As the first rays of the sun kissed her skin, Dua slowly stirred, blinking against the soft light. She shifted slightly, her cheek brushing against Wajdan's chest, and her eyes fluttered open to find him already awake, watching her with a tender gaze.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wajdan Malik," Wajdan murmured, his voice husky with sleep but filled with playful affection.

Dua smiled shyly, still nestled against him, her face warming at the way he said her name. "Good morning," she whispered back, her voice soft, barely audible in the quiet room.

Wajdan's lips curled into a grin as he brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers trailing along the side of her face. "How did you sleep?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the gentle touch of his fingers. "Better," she admitted, her words coming out in a soft sigh.

He shifted closer, tightening his hold around her waist as he pulled her flush against him, his face inches from hers. "Good. Because I intend to keep you this relaxed for a long time," he whispered, his voice a delicious blend of teasing and promise.

Dua bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the giddy smile threatening to break through. Being in Wajdan's arms, feeling his warmth and hearing the gentle rumble of his voice so close, was intoxicating.

She was completely wrapped up in him—in his presence, his strength, and the safety she felt in his embrace.

As she looked up at him, she saw the playful glint in his eyes. His expression was soft but mischievous, and she had come to know that look far too well.

"You know," Wajdan began, his tone casual but laced with something mischievous, "last night was only a taste of what's to come."

Dua's cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson. She averted her gaze, burying her face against his chest, suddenly feeling very aware of how close they were. "Wajdan..." she whispered, her voice muffled against him, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "What? You're my wife, aren't you? I'm allowed to enjoy the sight of you blushing like this."

Dua peeked up at him, her face still buried halfway in the crook of his neck. "You're impossible," she murmured, though her lips betrayed her, curling into a small smile.