She went still after that, and when she lifted her face away from his chest with his hands still wrapped around her waist, Nadia had a pout painted on her lips as she rolled her eyes at him, looking up at his face. "You shouldn't have said that," she said, trying to peel herself away from him and he let her go. Because he knew, if he tried to hold onto her a little longer than how she wanted to be held, he might destroy the perfect ambiance they had created.
Hussain only smiled as he walked to the sofa and sat, putting the key of the room in his breast pocket. She stood there looking at how he leaned his head on the sofa and closed his eyes, clearly not asleep but one could tell he was. But they couldn't sleep on the sofa, she knew. It was always a bed or at least when they lay down, but
