Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Seven
The morning sun filtered through the small living room window, casting long, golden streaks across the hardwood floor. The rain from the previous night had completely stopped, leaving behind a crisp, clean scent that swept into the apartment through the slightly cracked window. I sat on the edge of the sofa, a warm mug of tea cradled between my hands, staring blankly at the floor. My lips still felt slightly swollen, and my skin still carried the phantom warmth of Khalid’s heavy, calloused hands.
He had left just an hour before dawn, his departure reluctant and slow. He hadn't wanted to leave my side, kissing me with a quiet, lingering intensity at the doorway before promising to return the second my morning obligations were taken care of.
The sound
