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“This is a barrier,” I say, arranging the soft pillow between us. It is long enough, being an extra. I put my pillow, too, so the line can be longer. “Don’t cross it, okay?” I add, raising my eyes to cast a glance at him.

He watches it happening blankly and then, he looks up at me. He frowns. “A barrier?” He repeats, “You are putting a barrier between us, Hoor, why?”

“Because I don’t want you to come closer to me, simple, Zahir,” I say, folding my arms on my chest.

His dark blue gaze seems to follow my movements as he gazes at my chest, swallowing. Gosh! What’s going through his mind now? Stop looking there!

“And why is that?” He mutters, raising his eyes to look at my face. I see a slight pink hue spreading around his nose and cheeks.

Wow. So I was right. Why did he even look there? Though it is not uncomfortable, I feel way too shy like this.

I press my lips as I take a deep breath. Does he not know? No, he knows it very well but trying to act clueless. He is