26th December 2010
“I promise,” someone whispered.
Yazid started, and blinked at Ali’s face in the gloom. It wasn’t him who’d spoken, however—the heroine of the made-for-TV-movie flickering on the box sighed gustily, and scorned her lover.
“What the—?”
A heavy layer of warmth was settling into place, and there was a gentle pressure against his ear as Ali’s serene face creased into a gentle smile. Yazid blinked again, and his brain sluggishly caught up. Asleep. He must have dozed off.
“S’just me.” Ali’s voice was a low, soothing murmur.
Yazid let himself be pulled down against a bare chest. The warmth was their duvet, and Yazid sighed contentedly as Ali tucked it around them and kissed the top of his head. If only every disturbance of a nap was this nice.
“I was only gone half an hou
