"Have you prayed the night prayer, Harry?" I reminded him amidst my racing breath.
"I did earlier at the airport," he replied. He kept me locked in his arms, without wanting to interrupt what we were doing.
"Harry, you smell."
The man paused for a moment, "Do I need to shower first?" he asked softly, gazing tenderly.
"Mmm... but I like the smell," I replied shyly, unwilling to part from the warmth of his body. His body indeed had a sour smell. Yet, I liked it.
He laughed. Heartily. It sounded very sweet and undeniably added a flutter to my chest.
The backpack still strapped to his back, he dropped it just like that. Still tightly hugging my waist, he slowly guided me, leading me to the chamber of longing.
The night carved silence as its darkness deepened. There was no sound, even th
