THE LOVE CONTRACT (ON HOLD!)

The love contract- Overdriven Emotions.

All I can say is a huge thank you to those who got TLC into #10th place on spiritual last week! Made me more than happy(:

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My heavy eyes fluttered open and a small yawn escaped my lips as I had awoke to the warming comfort of the duvet. I inhaled the rich scent of coffee roaming the morning air and heaved my body upwards as I scanned the empty space besides me. It was untidy with Khalil's after scent still lingering on the crisp clean sheets and I realized that I must've been brought up here by him, reminiscing yesterday nights events.

It felt like a huge weight that I had been carrying on my shoulder from ever since I could remember, had been lifted off and for some reason I couldn't help but to feel happy. For once in my life I felt generally happy. Letting out those out-of-nowhere emotions helped me to rehabilitate from my regrets and the guilt that done me no good up until now. Confiding in a stranger I had only known for a month, or someone I could even call a friend wasn't as easy as it seemed. The constant battles between my conscience and I, finally allowed me to give into his care and disclose my most darkest secrets yet. It was almost as if he was a magnet, drawing me in closer, and the unusual thing was that I didn't repel.

Maybe finally I was at peace with myself and maybe, God had already forgiven me for my past sins; I just didn't know it yet.

I sighed, deep in thought.

For some reason I felt like a school girl again. A rush of giddiness overtook me as a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach emerged once I thought of Khalil. A feeling of nervousness perhaps? Or butterflies. I had never understood the term until now and it was perfectly understandable. My stomach felt like there were unlimited amounts of butterflies dancing uncontrollably as I pushed my hair back and a small, shy smile plastered onto my face.

Removing the covers off me, I got out of bed and cleaned up, wearing a white peplum top, black fitted pants, mid heels and of course my black hijab. I couldn't help but to feel refreshed once I had prayed and made my way downstairs cautiously.

Feeling rather hot all of a sudden, my gaze travelled across the room to a figure standing at the open balcony as the gentle wind blew in through the door. I could feel the heat in my cheeks rise as I subtly walked in and stood behind the marble counter.

I cleared my throat.

"Morning," I expressed a tight smile before beginning to look through the cabinets for the right ingredients. Finally, my eyes travelled back to his still composition as he crossed his built arms over each other and turned around. His brows were furrowed and he held one hand under his stubble, grazing it ever so lightly in thought. I swallowed as he watched me, silently studying my swift movements and edging closer in few steps. He had on his crisp white shirt and black work pants, with a few buttons loose and his tie hung openly around the collar. His hair famously and most perfectly disheveled, his bangs swept back.

"Morning Aaliyah," he spoke unsurely and nodded curtly before resting his elbows on the surface opposite to me. It felt quite odd hearing my name roll off of his tongue, odd in a quite satisfying way at the least.

I swallowed. "Would you like breakfast? I could do honey pancakes or maybe-" I stopped myself from stuttering and stared past his thick eyelashes and into those impassioned green orbs of his.

"Sure, whatever you like," he smoothly accepted, picking his phone up from the counter and unlocking it.

"You want breakfast?" I scoffed, grinning out of sheer bewilderment.

"A man's gotta eat," he said huskily, quickly running his tongue on his lips and gently shrugging.

I furrowed my brows and bit on my bottom lip in order to constrain a stifling laugh from coming out of my mouth as I began to mix the pancake atter, whilst feeling the intensity of his gaze on me.