Lyla
Rashid carried me inside all the way up to his room, not once wavering and accidentally dropping me. I knew he was strong, but I wasn't exactly lightweight.
He brought me into his room and tossed me onto the bed, pressing a knee into the mattress and making it dip towards him. Biting my lip, I lifted myself up on my elbows to watch him slowly pull my sandals from my feet. He ran a thumb along the bridge, massaging where my arch was and dragging it up to my spread toes.
Fuck, his fingers were incredible.
He did the same thing to my other foot as well. Something about the way he treated me sometimes… it really made me feel like a princess.
My gut stabbed with jealousy. Would he be treating Hafsa like this too once they were married? Would they have intimate moments together that
