Circle of Love
My steps slowed down, and I turned slowly to look at him, feeling my chest tighten with emotions I hadn’t quite prepared for.
His eyes were locked with mine, soft yet intense, as if he meant every single word in a way that left no room for doubt.
I felt that warm sensation spreading through me, an overwhelming rush of affection
I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, anything, to match the weight of his words, but just as I gathered my thoughts, a sharp ringing sound interrupted the moment.
It was the sound of Zain’s phone in his pocket.
He glanced down, pulling it out of his pocket, his expression hardening just a little as the caller’s name flashed on the screen.