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— H O O R —

. . .

I woke up as I felt soft breaths hitting my sensitive skin under the ear. I breathed softly, knowing in a moment that it was Zahir.

He won’t understand, right?

I know it was not intentional, I KNOW. Last night, too, I put a barrier between us to keep myself from getting into his arms but as I see, it was useless. He is once again holding me as if his life depended on my being close to him.

Maybe he has an obsession with holding something while sleeping at night. That’s why he grabs me in sleep.

Deciding to sleep for a few more minutes while my senses remain awake, I lay peacefully on the bed, not pushing away Zahir.

It’s not like I won’t push him. I will. Just wait for a few more seconds because, in this pleasant weather outside, I’m not in the mood to get up and use all my might in swatting him away like I did last time.

Zahir’s soft breaths keep caressing my skin and his hold is warm. Truth be told, his arms are more comfortable than any duvet. His warm prese