Chapter Thirty-three
MARIAM'S POV ~ As we pulled apart, breathless, I rested my forehead against his. “You okay?” he asked, his voice deep and soothing. I just nodded, letting my head drop back against his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. I don't think I could ever get enough of it. He tried to pull me down, but I clung tightly to him, not wanting to break the warmth of our embrace. "Mariam," he called in a stern voice, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Mm?" I hummed softly, pulling back just enough to give him my best innocent look. "You have to get down; dinner is ready," he said, gently putting me down. I pouted, crossing my arms in mock frustration. "Can’t you hold me a little longer?" I asked, feigning anger. He chuckled, a warm sound that made my heart flutter. “I’d love to
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