TIA
I don't remember much from the previous night, but I remember the delicate way in which he tried to console me. I didn't miss the pity that his eyes carried for me. Arsal had picked me up and put me on the bed securely. If he had wanted, then he could easily have forced himself on me. But no! He didn't! He was a gentleman. He might have gone from my room when I had dozed off.
Because from the shreds of memory that I can recall from the last night, I remember him standing next to the bed on staring at me contently. There was no irritation or anger on his face, just calmness. To be more clear about him being a good guy, I checked my clothes, and thankfully they were all intact.
My throat closed up and my skin shivered at the thought of the show that I had given him yesterday. I sho
