𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆, I was all over her. Hamzah has constant memories of her. Her lips, her hair, the smell of her lavender scented sweaters. She was everything, her touch was as soft as a feathers, and her voice as smooth as silk. She had a gorgeous smile. Bright enough to light up his dim world. Hamzah Al-Emad fanfic { inspired by I was all over her by Salvia Palth } ＠－ｈ３ａｒｔｓｗｉｚ