"Don't stop," Delia whined when Khan retracted his hand. "It feels good to be touched for once."
Khan sighed before diving back on her hair. He felt guilty because he liked that gesture, so he wasn't exactly forcing himself.
"Are you finally starting to like me?" Delia asked while rubbing her head on Khan's leg.
"I've always liked you," Khan admitted. "That's not why I'm refusing you."
"I know, but it's nice to hear it," Delia stated. "I still have to take care of my pride."
Khan didn't say anything. He wanted to close his eyes, but Liiza's face appeared whenever he did that, so he focused on the sleepy figure resting on him. He wished things were easier, but his mind didn't release its grip on him.
"Did you get any sleep?" Delia eventually asked.
"No," Khan responded.
Delia let go of his leg and turned to face Khan. Her hand went on his abdomen to leave soft caresses as whispers left her mouth. "Lie down. Let me take care of you."
