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— H O O R —

. . .

Tears leave the corner of my eyes as he keeps tickling me, stacking my stomach because he has realized that this is my weakest point of mine.

“Zahir, let go!” I scream, turning and trying to hide myself from him.

He stops, taking a deep breath. His hands remain close to my stomach as if he is threatening me while he asks, “Now say you won’t lie to me.”

“I won’t,” I mewl, closing my eyes.

He chuckles, looking down at me. “Aren’t you like a small child?” He wiggles his eyebrows, “Lying to me as if I don’t know?” He continues further, leaning closer.

His arms cage me as he leans in and we are so close to each other. Under him, I get nothing but to stare at his handsome appearance as he gazes deep into my eyes.

Should this be so—for him to come so close to me? I keep this in my head and do not let the words come out because for the moment passing, this all feels right and pleasant.

Surely, I do not want to cross limits with him and I know how to keep this in mind s