Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

      At that time, I was wondering if he'd be scared of me. To my surprise he wasn't. It was all smiles. But I just keep flashing back a few hours ago when we both ended up in his bed. I just keep feeling this emotion in my heart as I take glimpses at his emerald eyes.
      "Saudi Arabia? I hear the land is beautiful. My mother took a trip there after visiting her cousin in Pakistan." I just keep thinking about earlier. This wasn't how I wanted to meet someone... especially a man. 
        "Duaa?" I looked at him. "Yes?" He grins. "It looked as if you were zoning out."  I cling to my hijab. My body is heating so much. It's longing for his touch. "I'm alright...I'm just..."  His pale, smooth skin is majestic. And his jawline makes his manly posture look so...
     "Duaa, you're doing it again. Spacing out." His hand was now crawling up to my shoulder. To my neck. I can feel already feel a sensation....
        "Hmm..." His eyes squinted at me. I follow his hand as it makes its way back to his lap. "Umm...how old are you?" I ask him. His hand that touched me on my shoulder led my eyes somewhere I wouldn't and shouldn't look at. Mami taught me better than this...
        "My age? I'm twenty-five years old. And what is your age?" He's only six years older than me. "I'm nineteen." He smirks. "Still a late teenager. I'm sorry for that inconvience few hours earlier. I'm not one to make love to someone in first eye." My body is heating. My mouth... It's watering for him. I just want to feel his touch again....
      "Justin...?" He moves closer to me. His arms slowly embrace me. "Are you craving more?" He says in a dark voice. My eyes widen. I look at him. His smile and his eyes are still tender. I nod. He picks me up and carries me back into his room. 
     I think I'm feeling less of my mind's anxiety. Knowing that this is though unexpected....