Phatima was dozing off on the couch until she felt it shift as if someone was sitting next to her. Her heart automatically picked up speed as if she were in immediate danger and her arm shot out to push herself away from the person now occupying her space.
When she felt a warm hand lock around her wrist, and the gentle strength it showcased, she knew who it was who was sitting next to her before she could confirm with her own eyes.
As soon as her eyes found him, that was when the calming scent that followed him everywhere registered in her mind.
She felt a little silly as he looked at her with a confused expression.
“I thought you were someone else,” she began to explain. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”
A small smile found its way onto his full pink lips, “It’s alright, at least yo
