Christian watched her read his book from a distance, watching her glasses sliding down her long nose. She only wore them when she was all alone and he was glad to see that. Because she looked impossibly more sexy when she wore her specs. The fact that he thought so made him smile when all of a sudden he heard a voice.
Her voice.
He hadn't heard that voice in a such a long time that it took a minute to recognize it.
"Amira." He muttered before he lunged forward.
Feeling the eminent danger she was in, his fingers reached out to her grab her waist. Feeling the naked flesh of her waist. He felt it in that single moment as he went into a sort of trance. Hearing the memory with her as they connected.
It was their memory. A memory from his childhood.
