AMAL
I peek out of the room and finding the hallway clear, I walk on peep toes down the stairs. Soft sunlight makes its way inside and I wonder if it really is a better day-weather wise-today.
The main door, as expected, is locked and it takes me more than half an hour to find the keys. Which means I’m getting late. Heck, I was already late. Now, I’m getting later.
Glad to have worn my comfy Nikes, I all but run out of the door and bump into a hard chest. Into a wall. Nah, that sentence has gotten old now.
“Now, now, baby face. What’s the hurry?” Aahil says, steadying me by the elbows.
I stare at him like I’ve never seen a good-looking guy before. Well, it’s because I haven’t. Not someone like him and definitely never this close. A man, I correct myself. A very good-looking, finely
