#Chapter83
Mahnoor's POV:
I was woken up by gentle strokes in my hair. On opening my eyes I found Moosa staring into space, lost in his thoughts. His one arm was under my head and his other hand was stroking my hairs. My both arms were wrapped around his torso, holding him tight as almost half of my body was rested upon him and he was lying so peacefully like I weigh nothing.
/"Hey, you're up./" I heard his soft voice, as I felt his hand brushing my waist slowly under my ... shirt?
Wide-eyed, I quickly left him to create some distance but his hand sneaked further into the shirt, as he gently pressured my spine and his other hand encircles my shoulders, crushing me back to his chest.
/"Stay./" He whispered, as his hand started caressing my back.
