Anthony Nasser's POV.
Confusion is the only thing covering me right now... How did I end up doing this?
I feel like a nomad.
I know I met this girl at a bar, on a night when I was completely wasted, but I haven't taken a single minute to get to know her thoughts, her philosophy... This is not like me. It's the first time I've devoted myself to a woman for one night, and the reason it happened in such a shameful way has a name and surname.
"Are you going to stay silent for the rest of the evening?" Faten interrogates me, her eyes still glassy.
My chest pounds as I remember what tonight has been like. Habib tried to warn me, his best friend looked extremely irritated... Everything had a meaning, a justification, and I've been a foolish i***t who didn't understand the signs. What am I su
