“Her rejection was like a germ that spread in his innards.”
He came after me on all fours as I dashed toward the phone, now taking artistic liberty with the author’s voice.
I picked up the phone breathlessly as Faizan wrapped his arms around me. “He yearned for her sweetness.”
It was Abu. I tried to pry Faizan’s hands away from my waist. He wouldn’t give.
“Her full breasts tormented him day and night, giving him not a moment’s peace,” Faizan whispered, trying to unbutton my shirt as I struggled to button it back. I mouthed at him to stop and twisted my body to get out of his embrace. Even when out of Abu’s sight, I couldn’t picture talking to him without a shirt on.
“How are you, Arissa?” Abu was asking. “What were you doing?”
That’s never an easy answer. The voice carried over into
