||Innaya||
"Sweetheart." The familiar endearment caused my heart to race. It had been so long. I've never been the person who loved sweet talks, nicknames, or endearments. It was Eshan, who made me habitual to them. Over the period, those annoying and irritating endearments became sweet and loving.
"Eshan?" I called out, unable to see him. I turned to my left, finding the switch of lights to turn them on.
"Tesoro." Eshan's deep voice again sounded, but I couldn't locate him.
"Eshan?" I left the bed when the lights didn't work, and darkness remained around me.
"Come, find me."
