Amira and Xavier were not in love. It was more about the way their bodies responded to one another than it ever was about how their hearts beat – or for whom. Her conscience just wouldn’t allow her peace of mind if she were to fall in bed with him anew, and he was too stubborn to relent just because of her religious beliefs.
They started making calls, each to their loved ones and friends.
Amira’s parents were more than slightly surprised.
“I can’t say I saw that coming,” her mom said, voice devoid of all emotions, when she had told her wedding would take place in a week.
Me neither, mom, she wanted to tell her but refrained from doing so and opting for something smoother. “I like him, mom.”
“I hope you do more than just like him,” her mom spluttered indignantly. “Do you have any i
