Jibril laid in bed feeling a little nostalgic. He missed his little sister. However, he missed being around his other cousins more.
Amelia lay in his arms still pent up from the earlier teasing. She was a sexually active female who had acknowledged her unhealthy amount of engagement in the said activity.
All that changed when Jibril came along. She no longer desired another. She just wanted the man who was holding her at the moment.
Yet, she disliked him a little for how he used her weakness as a punishment. She pouted in dissatisfaction.
"Jibril, sometimes you make me want to hate you. Even so, I end up loving you more. What have you done to me? I used to enjoy tormenting others. Now, I am the one being tormented."
He said nothing to her. She waited for a while but no words left his lips. Thinking that he was asleep, she sat up ready to steal a kiss only to see him wide awake.