As Safiya rode the horse beside her uncle, her thoughts were consumed by the memory of Malik's kiss and his tight embrace that had lingered until midnight. Reluctant to part ways with him, she recalled how she had clung to him, not wanting to leave, and how he had showered her with gentle kisses on her lips.
She pondered if her lips were his favorite part of her, considering his inability to resist them.
"What are you thinking?" her uncle's deep voice jolted her, and now she realized that she had been smiling too much, which did not escape his notice.
Startled, She cleared her throat, contemplating the irony of her situation - a person who didn't believe in love or marriage, now caught reminiscing about the person she had shared a kiss with. Imagining her uncle's reaction, she assumed he would mock her.
With a nonchalant shrug, Safiya refocused her gaze ahead and replied, "Nothing."
