27 April 2019.Valletta, Malta.
It had been a while since she had been conscious of her heart. The manner it swayed and jumped foreign but welcomed. The day turned out to be magical. Haleema would enjoy her story.
Within the darkened room lights played a hypnotic game. A slight wind danced with the curtains and fragranced the air with a fresh sea breeze.
As she dozed off a knock interrupted her, a persistent sound that forced her into action. A bare-chested Curt stood in the hallway. His hard toned body a glorious sight, but why was he there?
"Hi, what is wrong?"
"I couldn't sleep. I don't know why, but I need to be with you," he explained.
"Why?" she asked with her arms folded, her own appearance not appropriate for visitors. He brushed his face.
"I'm not sure, but I experienced
