January 8th, xxxy
"HELLO? PRECIOUS? IS THIS you?"
It is like magic. Like the power of an invincible hug. Precious can not understand how someone's voice can make days of stress go away as if it was never there.
"Goddess, your voice is amazing. Why do you sound so good."
Hearing Kamil's low chuckle is like pulling your head out of the water to breathe. The water cools your insides while the sun warms your face. It is that good.
"I'm sorry for calling late. There was a problem with the hotel's phone lines. It got fixed this morning."
When he had been informed by the hotel's manager, he wanted to test it out for himself. But he knows that if Kamil pick up that call, he will cuddle into himself and go nowhere. Like how he is right now.
