"How was your night?" He asked her, and a warm smile crept upon her face.
"The best I ever had, and how was yours?" She asked him, and Taffi froze for a moment. The only thing that rang in his head at that moment was lies. If he told her that he had a good night, that was also a lie.
"Hmm," He sighed.
"What is wrong?" She asked him, and Taffi kissed her on the cheek again, and said,
"Just that I've been overthinking a lot lately that's all." He answered, and got out of bed, stretching and yawning. At least he got out of that situation without telling a lie.
"I know it's about the whole war," Sania uttered with a hint of concern in her tone.
"Try not to think too much about it, I love you." She added, now that it felt so good to say, she wasn't going to hold back.
"Thank you, my love, and I love you too."
