"This is serious Tamara, and to think that I had to find out from the worst person possible," Arsalan's heavy accent was all over the place. Stephanie was surprised no one had knocked on her door yet. At one point, she prayed that someone would.
In that desperate hour of cravings and pent-up desires, Stephanie saw some sense in what the women had been preaching. She just sat there with her hands on her lap, and listened to her man nag and bicker about something past and gone. She did not nod or grumble, she simply tuned out some of those arguments by letting herself get distracted by how cute Arsalan looked. Those curly locks, darkened eyes, untucked shirt. He was like a grumpy toddler.
"You're right, I'm sorry," Stephanie said at the very end, standing close to him, counting the stran
