I pull away catching my breathe from the kiss"...I didn't expect this. I didn't expect any of this with you." My voice was small, barely more than a whisper, but it was the most honest thing I could manage.
Fahad's gaze softened, his hand resting gently on mine. "Neither did I," he replied, a hint of surprise still lingering in his voice. "Sometimes it feels like we're just two people trying to make sense of this world... and somehow, I feel like I've been finding my way to you, even without knowing it." He glanced down, almost embarrassed by his own admission, but his hand remained, steady, warm.
He kissed again this time even deeper than the first. A moan escapes from my lips his hands find his way to my thigh ,a s Fahad's lips met mine, time seemed to stretch, our surroundings fading into a gentle hum as I leaned in, savoring the warmth between us. His hand rested gently on my waist, pulling me closer, and my heart was pounding so loudly I thought he could hear it. Just as I began to melt into the moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs, growing louder.
Suddenly, Gemma's voice filled the room, light and casual as if she had no idea what she was interrupting.
"Oh, there you are! And here we were thinking you two got lost!" she exclaimed, her tone bright but with a hint of surprise.
Omar appeared just behind her with his shirt untucked and his hair disheveled. His face caught between amusement and confusion as he took in the scene, his eyebrows raising slightly when he saw Fahad's hand still resting on my waist.
Flustered, I pulled back, my cheeks blazing as I tried to gather my thoughts. I couldn't bring myself to look directly at Fahad, afraid I'd give everything away. But even as we pulled apart, his hand lingered for a split second longer, reluctant to let go.
Gemma, her energy even more electric than before, and her dress now slightly rumpled from her time upstairs. She barely noticed anything as she joined the scene, her hands gesturing animatedly while her laughter filled the room.
"Omar was just telling me about the dabke!" she announced, eyes gleaming with excitement. She shot a grin at Omar, who, looking a little sheepish yet amused, shrugged and pulled Fahad over to the open area in the room.
"Alright, show them how it's done, Omar," Fahad said, laughing as he let Omar guide him into the steps of the traditional dance.
The music shifted, filling the room with the deep, rhythmic beats of Arabic drums, and Omar led the way, moving with practiced steps, while Fahad matched his rhythm. The dance was intense and precise, their feet stamping in sync, arms interlocked as they moved together.
Gemma clapped along, egging them on, while her infectious energy made me smile. For a moment, I felt a pang of disappointment that our moment had been interrupted, but seeing the joy on Fahad's face as he danced, laughing and moving with ease, melted away any frustration.
"Come on, Journee!" Gemma called out to me, her face bright with excitement. She held her hand out, inviting me to join the circle.
As I stepped into the dance, Fahad's eyes met mine, his gaze holding warmth and something deeper. I felt a thrill run through me, grounding me in the moment as we joined in the lively, joyful tradition. The kiss was forgotten for now, but something had shifted between us—unspoken, lingering, and still full of promise.
After that night, everything felt different. The memory of Fahad's kiss lingered, haunting me in the best possible way. Every time I thought about it, my heart would skip a beat, and I'd feel a warmth rising within me. I tried to act like everything was normal, but it was impossible. And I didn't know if he felt the same way, or if that kiss was just one of those perfect but fleeting moments.
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Unexpected love
ChickLit"Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, and my heart raced at the question. He began kissing a gentle trail down my face, but as soon as he sensed my hesitation, he stopped, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "It's okay," he whispered. "...
