Unforgettable Love (Book 1)

Chapter 2

20.05 hrs

I stepped out of the bathroom, followed by a cloud of hot steam shooting through me as the wind blew it into the corridor. With my towel wrapped around my waist held by my right hand I turned off the bathroom light with my left.

When I arrived at my bedroom I found Fatima still lying on the bed, her body facing the wall. The back of her naked body was exposed and she was only covered up to her thighs with the quilt.

I sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile as I proceeded to delicately rub her back with my fingertips. They slowly brushed along the surface of her smooth skin. She felt warm and just simply looked perfect in every way.

Needless to say she soon awoke to the feel of my touch.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her cheek. 'Morning sleepy head,' I said softly.

'Hey,' Fatima replied through a small yawn. 'You just come out of the shower?'

'Yeah, I needed one. Why, did you want to join me?'

Fatima smiled through her sleepy face with eyes half open.

'I wish I could have but then I would have to explain to my mum why my hair is all wet.'

I snorted with a nod of my head.

'Well I doubt she'd notice it much under the Hijab.'

'Hmm... true, and I could always quickly have a shower when I get home.'

'See, there's a solution to everything,' I said with a smirk.

Fatima chuckled.

She began to rub my forearm with her hand, still laid out flat on my bed with her eyes half shut. Her fingers trailed my arm very soothingly.

She had such a peaceful look in her eyes being here with me.

'Well, there's always next time,' she yawned.

I nodded as I took her gentle hand in mine and kissed the top of her knuckles with my lips.

Fatima raised her left hand and cupped the side of my face with it, caressing my cheek with her thumb. I leaned down to kiss her lips however the kiss was cut short as the room suddenly filled with an Arabic tune which Fatima instantly recognized as her mobile's ringtone.

She rushed up from the bed and stood in the centre of the room by the window, her beautiful naked body highlighted from the setting sun poking through my blinds.

Searching for her mobile in her handbag Fatima fished out the device and slid the "accept" button.

She put the phone to her ear and spoke.

'Hello, Salam alaykom?' she said.

I sat up from the bed and went up to her.

Standing behind her I let my towel go and wrapped it around under her arms so the rest of her torso was covered up. I then wrapped my arms around her entire torso whilst she continued to speak over the phone.

Eventually I recognized the person's voice on the other end as her mother speaking to her. The conversation went on in Arabic and so far the only words I managed to translate were; "going out", "babysit" and "dinner party".

'OK mamma, I'll tell him,' Fatima said in English. 'Bsalama.'

Fatima hung up the phone.

She then turned around to face me and leaned in as I hugged her tight.