Chapter Thirty Five

Leila.

After taking a long hot bath, I lay on my bed sipping a glass of wine as i read some tabloid gossip on my laptop. Ten minutes in i heard movements downstairs through my open door. I sat rigid wondering if he will come say hey.

My body hummed in anticipation as the sound of his footsteps got closer, and stopped right behind me. He bent down, his hands on my bed, with his arms stood paralleled to mine as they supported him.

He placed his face an inch from mine, his right cheek almost touching my left, he whispered "Hello Leila," his voice soft and low"did you miss me? "

" why would i miss you? " my voice came out slightly agitated.

He chuckled and straightened away from me "Are you mad that i didn't call you sweetheart?"

"No, I don't care enough to be mad," Again why can't i get my stupid voice to cooperate with me. I didn't want to show emotions.

He bent down again, this time his hands in his pant's pockets. His lips next to my ear, his husky voice teasing me." i might believe