“What are you doing here Ayva?.” Yusuf asked again as he pulled away from the hug.
My eyes were all over his face. I had never seen him this close before. The first thing I noticed was his eyelashes. They were so long and dark. I guess it was one of the perks of being Arab. He didn’t have the ancestral nose though, his nose was straight and fitted his face perfectly. His lips were—
I stopped and shook my head.
I shouldn’t be looking at his lips or thinking about it. My eyes snapped back up to his and I silently hope he didn’t notice my longer-than-appropriate stare on his lips. Luckily for me, he didn’t notice. He had this weird look on his face that almost looked like worry.
“Are you okay? You look—.” He trailed off and then looked at Arsen who was still sitting on the couch behind
