Even though Zaid was warned not to come here today or any other day, he still woke up early and walked his way here before the sun came out; here in front of Denae’s room door.
She was inside, her beautiful, jasmine-like scent was like a heavy mist in the air, fogging his sense of smell and his chain of thoughts. Her breaths were calm and steady, unlike the impatient beat of his heart that pounded aggressively against his chest, showcasing just how nervous he was. It wasn’t his first time coming here, so why? Why was he so nervous?
The hall had a certain familiarity to it that reminded him of everything that happened beyond this door…the heightened sense of lust he’d felt, the unquenchable desire to be forgiven and not forgotten…
When this door opened again, he wondered what else he’d
