Late at night, as we were finally alone, the quiet of the house enveloped us.
Karim gently hugged me as we lay on the bed, his warmth a comforting anchor amidst the unfamiliarity of his home country.
"Are you feeling comfortable here?" Karim asked softly, his voice a gentle whisper against my ear.
I nodded, trying to steady the flutter in my heart. "Yes… What happened?"
He shrugged slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just asking."
Karim held my hand, our fingers intertwining in a way that felt both reassuring and possessive. His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of discomfort.
I offered him a small smile, trying to mask the lingering unease. "Your parents are good."
"Thank you for liking them," he replied, his tone sincere.
I shook my head, feeling a rush of gratitude. "No, thank you for everything, sweetheart."
He nodded, and before I could say anything more, he captured my lips in a kiss.
