Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her arm draped lazily across his stomach. Her legs were stretched out across the bed, one knee resting near his ribs, and her breathing was soft and steady, completely at peace.
Maahir couldn't help but smile at the sight. There was something both amusing and endearing about the way she had unconsciously claimed the entire bed—and him—during the night. Her body fit so naturally against his, as if she had always belonged there.
He shifted slightly, careful not to wake her, though his movements were restricted by the way she had sprawled over him. The warmth of her body against his was oddly comforting, a quiet closeness that made the room feel like a sanctuary.
As Maahir gazed down at her, his usual guarded demeanor softened. He ran a hand lightly through her thick, dark hair, careful not to disturb her sleep. The sight of her so vulnerable, so completely relaxed in his presence, stirred something deep within him. He wasn't used to this—this quiet intimacy, this sense of peace that came from just being close to someone without the tension that usually accompanied their interactions.
Mahnoor shifted slightly in her sleep, her body nestling further into him, and Maahir couldn't help but chuckle softly. She looked so peaceful, her usual fiery attitude replaced with a soft, serene expression that he rarely saw.
For a moment, he just lay there, content to watch her sleep, her body gently rising and falling with each breath. There was no need for words, no need for explanations. In that quiet morning light, everything felt right, even if just for a moment.
Eventually, Maahir let out a quiet sigh and relaxed fully into the bed, his arm settling around her in a protective gesture. He closed his eyes again, feeling her warmth, and allowed himself to sink back into the comfort of the moment, knowing that, for now, this was enough.
Maahir lay there, trying to relax, but an increasing pressure in his bladder made it difficult. He needed to pee, badly. Yet, Mahnoor was still sleeping soundly on top of him, her body so comfortably draped across his. He didn't want to disturb her. Instead, he gritted his teeth and decided to wait, hoping she'd wake up soon on her own.
Just as he was mentally battling his need, Mahnoor stirred. She mumbled something incoherent in her half-asleep state, then shifted. To Maahir's surprise, she crawled properly on top of him, her entire body pressing against his chest. She buried her face into his neck, her breath warm and soft against his skin as she held him even tighter than before.
Before he could process the sweetness of the moment, he felt a sharp pain. Her teeth sank into the side of his neck, a bite that came out of nowhere, and he let out a loud yelp.
"Ow! Mahnoor!" Maahir screamed, his body jerking reflexively.
Mahnoor jolted awake, her heart pounding in confusion. She didn't realize what had happened at first, and she clung to him frantically, unsure why he'd yelled. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she blinked up at him, wide-eyed and panicked.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Maahir said, his arms wrapping around her tightly to reassure her. He winced slightly at the sting of her bite but couldn't help laughing at the situation. "You bit me! I was just—ah, I need to pee!"
Realizing what had happened, Mahnoor quickly moved away from him, her face turning a deep shade of red. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she stammered, clearly mortified, her hands flying to cover her face.
Maahir shook his head, still chuckling despite the lingering pain in his neck. He sat up quickly, rubbing the spot where she'd bitten him. "It's fine," he said, trying to reassure her through his laughter. "But seriously, I need to go, like right now."
With an embarrassed smile and a playful shove, Mahnoor pushed him off the bed. "Go, go before I bite you again!"
Maahir smirked and hurried toward the bathroom, still chuckling to himself. As he closed the door behind him, he could hear Mahnoor's laughter from the bed. Despite the awkwardness, the moment left them both feeling a little lighter, their closeness deepening in a way neither had expected.
An hour had passed, and Mahnoor still hadn't shown up for breakfast. Maahir, feeling a mix of curiosity and impatience, made his way to her room. He knocked firmly on her door, and after a few moments, it creaked open slightly.
Mahnoor stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair dripping wet, water trailing down her bare shoulders. She had just stepped out of the shower, and the sight of her caught Maahir completely off guard. His heart raced, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to speak.
Without thinking, he pushed his way into her room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Mahnoor raised an eyebrow, half amused, half intrigued by his boldness.
"Okay, wow... I... I... can I stay until you uh...?" he stammered, his words trailing off as his eyes darted over her wet form. His heart was thundering in his chest, the tension between them rising rapidly. His usual composure seemed to evaporate in the face of her presence.