•Amna
Bora Bora, French Polynesia.
The squawking of seagulls and the sound of the ocean woke me up and I tossed and turned in bed before fluttering my eyes open, my head was on Aslam's chest and our legs intertwined. He was fast asleep, softly snoring, jet lag and... uhmm what not.
I watched his beautiful frowning sleeping face intently, smiling to myself before I placed a peck on his lips. He smiled before opening his eyes.
"You know you can do that and admire my handsomeness even when I am awake?" He smirked, his sleepy voice gruff and his accent thicker. The damn accent coupled with his morning voice always gave her goosebumps.
"Babyyy, you left the glass door open." I pouted, changing the topic.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand and checked the time before pulling me closer to him.
"I'm starving, what time is it?" I asked.
"It's 4:21am."
"Oh my God, we have not prayed isha," I gasped and quickly sat up in bed. I was wearing Aslam's oversized shirt over a thong.
Aslam walked to the sliding door, pulled it close and the curtains then to the corner of the room where our luggage were arranged beside the closet. He laid one on the luggage rack and unzipped it and pulled out a blue jallabiya then walked back to me. He searched in bed for my hair scrunchy and gathered my hair and held it into a bun with a smile on his face. I smiled and whispered a thank you, blushing.
"I got you baby." he smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead.
"What do you wanna eat?" He asked.
"You ask this on a daily basis," I giggled.
"If I don't ask, who will?" He did a playful bow.
"Pleaseee!" I laughed "Just order anything."
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They prayed and ate before they headed to the private dock which had an overwater hammock net where they watched the skies, the ocean and different sea creatures that wandered the ocean including baby dolphins. Aslam led them in prayer at fajr time, his recitation never failed to give Amna goosebumps, so melodic, eloquent and soft. She made him recite surah Yasin to her after when they returned to the same spot. And she ended up dozing off into a peaceful slumber with her head propped on his shoulder, while he read Muḥammad ibn Rāshid Āl Maktūm's My Vision, occasionally running his fingers through her hair.
In the morning while Aslam took a shower, she called the resort management on the intercom and requested that they set up a romantic dinner arrangement inside their Villa in the afternoon while they were away at the beach.
She took a relaxing bath and wore a blue bikini, throwing on a blue and white beach dress over it and a large straw hat.
Aslam was sat on one of the two sun loungers waiting for her.
"You're not going like this, are you?" was the first thing he said after scanning her from head to toe the moment she walked out.
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"Let's not do this please, you know what I mean." Aslam frowned.
"Babeee..." She tried to protest.
"Your back is open and I can see through your dress, I can see your ass, babe. You want all these men goggling at you?"
"It's just us and there's barely anyone around at this time." She pointed a bit far to the shore.
"No, we're not doing this." His frown deepened.
