Fahami's POV:
I kissed his forehead removing the bangs fallen on his forehead which was reaching till his brows. He needed a haircut.
He looked up again at my face and cupped my cheek with his both hands, "Noona, are you alright? Do you feel any pain? Are you sore?"
The concern flickered in his dark, addictive eyes.
I simply smiled at him, "A bit sore."
His eyes looked more concerned. I didn't know how could someone's eyes be this much expressive?
He looked apologetic. "Was I too rough?" And then he lowered his gaze, as if he was ashamed.
I cupped his face and made him look at me, "Hey, don't be sad. I feel a bit of pain, but I enjoyed last night."
He looked up again, but all of a sudden, he looked nervous. What was wrong?
"Was I..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Did I satisfy you? I know, it wasn't your first time. You might have experienced better than last night." His tone got a bit possessive.