AAHIL
I try my best not to make a sound when I slip into bed. Gently lifting the blanket, I sink into the soft, warm mattress. The bed groans and I wince, quickly glancing at Amal. When she only stirs and returns back to sleep, I breathe a sigh of relief and lay my head on the pillow, pulling the blanket snug around me.
I stare at the ceiling, unable to remain indifferent to the warmth surrounding me, the breathing I can hear right next to my ear and the feeling of sleeping next to someone for the first time. Willingly, at least.
I close my eyes and try to relax. However, my shoulders remain stiff and my back is still ramrod straight. I almost jump out of my skin when Amal calls out my name.
Although I open my eyes, I remain as still as a statue. Who am I kidding? She already knows I
