⚜️ Z A R A H P O V ⚜️Before the tray could hit Ahmed’s face, he moved out of the way. He stared at the ground, shaking his head. I guess he knew that he deserved it.
He sucked in some oxygen before smiling at me gently, "Hey, Angel."
Angel. I missed that nickname. I missed it a lot, especially from his mouth.
I watch him put the red roses on the side table before coming towards me. My breath swiftly picks up its pace. He still has the same effect on me as last time. Taking a seat in front of me, he takes my hand gently on his, rubbing it over and over softly. He picks it up and gives a gentle kiss. My eyes widened in surprise.
I thought that he doesn't love me. Or that he doesn't even want me, then what is Ahmed doing here? Could it be that he felt guilty and came to visit me? I didn’
