It’s been about a month since their little ‘getaway‘ yet constant thoughts of her still invaded his mind. Nothing had changed, like he’d thought they would have. Though their busy status quo remained unchanged, it was as if they were enjoying their honeymoon phase now. In between Ziza adjusting very well to her royal title and her tour, then him and his royal duties plus his day-to-day company business, the only times they saw each other was during state meetings, charities or during her short tour breaks—which were far and few in-between.
However limited their private moments were, every second they could spare, they would rendezvous, make love and talk whenever they could steal the time. Sometimes there wouldn’t be time for any talking. They still couldn’t get enough of each other. Rafiq couldn’t get enough of her. He’d long since made peace with the realisation that Ziza was like a rapidly growing infection in his body.