19th March 2015
Ali didn’t realize he’d dozed off until the rattle of the hotel room door roused him. He blinked sleepily at Yazid as the man juggled the light switch, the door handle, and two shopping bags.
“Alright, beautiful,” Yazid said cheerily, “I found ginger tea, got a funny look off the woman in Tesco for all the biscuits, and I even managed to rustle up some dark chocolate.”
Ali smiled fondly, struggling to sit up against the pillows and rubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes. He accepted the kiss with a hum, and hooked an arm around Yazid’s neck when he tried to pull away.
“Nope,” Ali mumbled. “C’mere.”
“You still feeling sick?”
“Yeah,” Ali said. “Noooo,” he complained when Yazid untangled himself.
“Tea,” Yazid said, cupping Ali’s face and kissing him on the forehea
