Zenab's POV
It was still mid-afternoon I strode to my chamber to lie down, I didn't want to think but I couldn't help it, going to war was the last thing I wanted right now but Grandma had already decided, I pulled myself to the shower as I stand under the running water who seems to be doing a good job washing my worries away.
I felt a touch behind me, the water had clouded my vision making it impossible to see who it was, she planted a tender kiss on my back as she hugged me from behind, and I quickly recognised the smell.
"What are you doing here?" I let out a soft murmur enjoying what she was doing even though I clearly told myself I wasn't going to touch her again.
"You look tense," she whispers now standing in front of me, she smirks as she goes slowly on her knees taking my manhood in her hands. I let out a moan, I liked what she was doing with her lips, it felt good and I didn't want her to stop.
