She had stayed up late, in hopes that he would show up that night, but he didn't. And Nadia being as stubborn as she was, had it in mind that she would never sleep until he came over and she apologized to him. Sleepily, she slumped on the sofa, because she had now gotten tired of waiting for him in her room and she knew it would be easier to know that he was back if she stayed in the living room.
But what would she say to him? She thought, stifling a yawn. Because no matter how sleepy she may be, she wasn"t going to sleep, ever. Not until she spoke with him, and what she would say was still unknown to her. She was even embarrassed at herself, how could she do that? She knew that it was her mind automatically thinking that it was Hassan, for he had been the only one that had ever touched
