Malik sat on the edge of the bed after wearing a robe. His hands itched to caress the girl's hair but he restrained himself. "Hello again. How do you feel?"
Maimuna turned and looked at him. His eyes gazed into hers making a delicious shiver go through her body. The more he looked at her, the hotter she felt.
She didn't know what she was feeling or why. Nothing could explain it. The girl was more familiar with pain than any other emotion.
She extended her hand and gently pulled at his robe. He moved closer, never taking his eyes from her. He was drowning in them and loving the feeling.
" C..can we talk with my eyes closed?"
"Why?" he asked in the softest voice he could master. A tone he never knew he was capable of producing.
"B-Because, I feel funny inside. Your eyes..." she swallowed, taking a deep breath. He watched the way her throat moved at her action.
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