Just One Weekend
His heart thrummed, a steady drumbeat syncing with the pitter-patter of water hitting the tile.
“Hey,” Jasmine echoed back, her voice barely audible above the din of the shower, a delicate melody that resonated deep within him. She moved closer, and he could feel the warmth of her breath mingle with the steam, wrapping around him.
Zain closed the gap between them, his hands finding her waist, fingers splaying over the curve of her hips. Jasmine’s arms wound around his neck, drawing him down to meet her lips. The kiss was slow, tender—a silent promise that no matter the miles, their bond would remain unbroken.
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