Ramadan Kareem - رمضان كريم

Four days have already passed and we totally forgot to wish our beloved readers Ramadan Kareem! An amazing month that everyone awaits every year to celebrate together, stay up all night and eat the yummiest food. We hope each and every one of you are enjoying it as much as we are!


كل عام وانتم بخير 
Lots of love,
Lady M & Princess R
Xxxxx

Traffic Lights {11}

I woke up from a tense dream. The usual. I got up and unlocked my door then opened it and the smell of fresh buttery pancakes filled my lungs as I inhaled deeply to the delicious smell. Today is going to be a good day, I know, I can feel it. I picked out an outfit that would clearly reflect my mood. My first class got cancelled so I just have a class today.

I showered and applied some makeup, extremely simple but with dark lips to exaggerate the look so I went for Tom Ford Black Orchid. I heard Aibileen laugh, so I hurried and tied my hair up into a high bun and walked out. – I was curious!

Bonjour Jawaher!

Bonjour beautiful! Now that’s more like it. Now I know why Aibileen was happy, because he was here.

Bonjour! He got up and kissed my cheeks. I blushed. Aibileen smiled, she knew I was falling in love with him.

We talked, and today out of all the days I loved him more than ever, I don’t know it’s just this fatal attraction… So soon? I’m lost, and he manages to sweep me off of my feet and carry me with him in the clouds.

Thank you Aibileen. See you two, I have a class to attend in 30 minutes. I got up and kissed Aibileen on her cheeks.

Jawaher wait. I’ll drop you off. Thank you Aibileen for making this deliciously mouthwatering food. He kissed her hand softly, and winked. Aibileen blushed.

We arrived in 15 minutes.

Thank you. I smiled. I was about to open the door and walk out but he held my wrist.

Wait. He looked at me. I didn’t want to leave; I wanted to stay with him, just the two of us, alone. I bit my lip, holding back my smile. I looked down. How long will I have to stay quiet? 

I have to go.

I love you. He smiled, that deep generous smile that wraps its fingers around your heart reassuring you, you belong to him. I smiled back, got out and walked into the building.

Once I entered the class he texted me saying he wanted to have dinner with me. I replied back minutes later.

Class was over, and I was on my way back to the apartment. Once I unlocked the door, the scent of vanilla and custard aroma was filled in the air. Aibileen was making crème brûlée, which she does during special occasions.

Ah, that explains. Yousef is here! I said hello and I went to my room and had a shower. When I walked in my closet, there was a black bag that hung on the rack but had a note on it. The note read:

To the most beautiful lady, this dress was hand made especially for you.

From Yousef AlX.

I couldn’t stop blushing. Tears of joy filled my eyes. It was a stunning short dress; black, one of my favorite colours. I put in on and admired the ladylike elegance, the way it exquisitely draped at the back revealing my back was utterly breathtaking. I put on my heels and tied my hair into a neat high bun. My makeup was subtle, with the eyeshadow barely showing, I had to exaggerate my lips by applying dark red lipstick. I wore a long diamond earring with a pearl at the end.

I opened the door and walked out.

He inhaled deeply as I walked closer. Wow… He smiled.

I kissed Aibileen and walked out of the apartment with Yousef holding my hand.

The car ride was the highlight of the month.

Listen, this song is what you do to me. He said and out of the blue the speakers blasted off playing Michael Jackson- The Way You Make Me Feel, and for a split second I got a tingle, a shiver. I laughed. He sang out loud as the music started and looked at me. My cheeks were about to melt!!!!

We arrived.  He booked a private table for two, outside with the spectacular view underneath us.

While we were waiting for the waiter to get him the receipt I got up and stood by the glass barrier. He got up and stood beside me. I watch the world move, below. Where was I all along? I’d never seen Tokyo this beautiful. I watched him as he watches me, while he takes a looooong drag out of his cigar. I walk closer towards him, and took the cigar away.  It’s either this or me. And I threw it on the floor, my heel killing it slowly. I did not take my eyes off of him and neither did he…

He moved and stood right behind me, pressing his body on mine. He placed his hand gently on top of mine and the other one was on my waist. He kissed my cheeks, then my neck softly, tenderly. Then I turned around and he smiled. I came closer to him and kissed his cheek, for the first time because I felt like he deserved it. I was lost in his eyes and lost in my own train of thoughts, he came closer, millimetres away. We were so close, until the waiter interrupted us then excusing himself for coming at the wrong time. I blushed. He paid and we left. 

I had a weird feeling, and he could sense it. Something was about to happen. I got up and adjusted my outfit. And we walked in, we got into the elevator and walked towards my apartment.Thank you for everything.. I smiled, about to unlock the door and enter. 

Jawaher. He grabbed my arm. A7ibik. Even the way he said it made my heart beat so hard and fast. His voice was insanely beautiful. I turned around and hugged him. I can no longer control myself nor my feelings. I love you with all my heart and soul. 

Traffic Lights {10}

Sweat droplets trickling down my chest, to my tummy, my arms rolling up into fists, clinging stronger… my body hits it harder, every time I scream louder… I kept punching and kicking the punching bag, releasing all the stress, all the anger, and all the fear, everything within me. I wiped my face with my towel, drank water like a beast then continued the next 3 hours of my day in the gym with Jo, my trainer. Lets rewind it back a few hours earlier, shall we?

Flashback

Jawaher darling, Jo is here!

Coming! I said, as I quickly got into my shorts and tied the strings together then put on my workout bra top.

Jay!

Hello. I kissed his cheeks and we walked into the gym. 

Firstly we started by warming up which consisted of 30 minutes boxing, then 3 sets of pushups 30 reps, sit ups 3 sets as well, bicycle crunch 3 sets and finally reverse crunch 3 sets. And then we officially began boxing and wrestling against each other in the ring; with boxing mouth-guards in our mouths and helmets on we began! Aibileen was in the back jogging on the treadmill listening to music while we unleashed our power and energy against each other.

The first few punches and kicks were all right, but then I knew I had to pin him down, all this work out isn’t going to waste. I punched his tummy, I kicked his arms and it went on. I ducked my face, avoiding his power punches; his arms flying in from all sides. I ducked, I guarded my face, I am not going to fall, and I won't let him knock me down. He was opened, he bounces left to right getting his balance back and I jumped in, serving him fast punches adding a few kicks here and there as a sprinkle on top then knocked him down. He got back up, pushing and punching, trying to throw me down. And he managed to knock me down with a kick on my knee, I fell, as I was about to get myself up he sat on top of me pinning me, I struggled to move. I had a few seconds left until I was officially going to lose against him, so locked my legs around him and rolled him over to the other side, forcing my body to be on top of his; pinning him to the ground. I pushed his face to the floor, and grabbed his arms tightly, securing them in place so he doesn’t move. He tapped his feet 3 times assuring me he gave up.

I removed my mouth guard. I let go of his hands, and he removed his mouth guard.

Damn Jay, that was amazing! You really did improve! These 3 hours highlighted my month. And your punches and kicks are much stronger, you're somehow more focused. 

Bravo! He said, whilst walking slowly towards us, clapping with a smile on his face. I got off of Jo and sat beside him. Blushing because I was sitting on top of Jo and because Yousef caught me off-guard. I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or if he was really happy, it felt more of a sarcastic compliment.

Things were getting more and more awkward, and Jo felt the tension building up in the room so he excused himself and got into the bathroom and showered.

And that’s how things ended up, I said hello then went into my room and had a shower. I got dressed then sat down on the dining table beside Aibileen; Jo sat beside Yousef (double awkward, note to self: Work out earlier)

Jo this is Vladimir, Vladimir this is Jo. Vladimir, Jo is my trainer. I met him at the health and rehabilitation center here in Japan, he was my gym instructor and then we became really good friends.

Nice to meet you, I’m Jawaher’s friend.

Lunch passed by swiftly.

Thank you for the lunch, and Jawaher we should do it more often I really had fun today. Ps. I have to beat you up, I won’t let you win on me next time. He winked then got up and walked out.

Aibileen prepared some desserts and tea and we sat down together. Yousef sat down beside me and held a hand, Aibileen gave me a weird look and straightaway I knew she was going to lecture me about it, but I couldn’t control it. I can’t control my feelings towards Yousef and naturally whatever he does suddenly changes my mood; I feel calm and secure which is something I haven’t felt in a very long time… 

Traffic Lights {9}

I was calling out for them. I screamed my lungs out, I yelled until my voice disappeared.

Jawaher….

Jawaher…

Jawaher wake up…

I felt strong nudges, and heard soft whispers calling my name. I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to what’s happening.

Wake up, princesse. She said, emphasizing on the French.

I opened my eyes, this time I was wide-awake.

I need water… Aibileen walked by the table and poured me a glass of water. What time is it?

2:31 PM. Shit!

What?! I sat up straight and looked around me.. How did I get in bed? I looked at myself. Then I looked around. Shit. Where’s Yousef? I hope he’s fine…
Why are you blushing? Ma petite fille?

Am I? It must be because of the thick layers on top of me. I lied. I got up and walked straight to the bathroom. I had a shower then wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my closet. I picked out something appropriate for the cold weather since it was still raining lightly. I wore my clothes then wore a trench coat on top.. I French-braid my hair and applied a bit of nude lipstick.

Aibileen, I’ll be back in a few hours, I wont take so long. I’ll be back for dinner.

I got an apple- avoiding Aibileen's "lecture"- and kissed her cheek and left. I tossed the apple in my bag and got out my umbrella once I walked out of the building.

I called Mia for directions. Once I arrived I realised that his building was only a few blocks away.

I went up to his floor, and then walked down the marble floored hallway with beautiful Japanese paintings on the wall. A large black door, with golden embroidery had the initials VY on it. I pressed on the shiny golden button that had a small bell carved through the button, waiting impatiently for him to open the door.  

The door opened, a beautiful blonde woman stood in between blocking the entrance in her long lace trimmed silk satin robe that barely covered her satin bra and briefs holding a nearly empty glass in one hand and a large dark green bottle in the other. Her blue eyes were beautiful, but she looked extremely tired with puffed red eyes and smudged eyeliner.

Yes? Her smell of strong cigarettes was spreading around.

Is this Vladimir’s apartment?

What do you want? Are you one of his girlfriends? He’s not here. She could barely speak and her eyelids were slowly shutting, she was out of balance. I wasn’t sure if she was being rude or whether she was drunk? She was about to close the door when he showed up, my heart raced. What was I thinking, I just made the wrong move and came all the way here, I should’ve just called. He’s most probably busy…

Jawaher!

I’m sorry I did not mean to show up at this time of the day by your doorstep. I… Umm… I ran out of words, it was hard for me to speak. I wasn’t sure why I was on the verge of crying. But he said a few Russian words and took the beautiful blonde woman and interrupted me.

Come in. Please. He felt sympathetic, his eyes filled with guilt. I felt the dryness in my throat slowly climb up to my eyes.

He carried her all the way to one of the rooms and left it slightly opened. He placed the cup on the sink and washed it, and threw the bottle in the bin.

I did not expect you to come here.

I’m sorry, but I was so worried about you… About last night. How are you?

I’m fine thank you. And I’m sorry about last night; I didn’t mean to scare you or anything…

No! Not at all. My place is your place; you’re welcome any time. I smiled.

The silence was slowly taking over. I wanted to get out, the scene a few minutes ago kept on playing and I was so curious I wanted to know who she was! Was all what he said last night a lie? Telling me he loved me and now I catch him with some woman who was somehow naked! 

Well, I should be going it’s late and I promised Aibileen I was going to have dinner with her. Can you join us?

I’m sorry I can’t. I was waiting for an explanation but he did not continue his sentence. I was waiting for him to tell me who that lady was, but he did not speak. I got up and walked towards the door. He walked in front then looked at me.

He cupped my face with his cold hands.

Your cheeks are so warm. His eyes dazed out. My heartbeats rising, my breathing became unsteady. He kissed my forehead sucking away all my confidence. His kiss stung my heart, poisoning it with the venom of love. What have I done? I love you. I blushed. He held my hand and squeezed it gently then smiled. 

Traffic Lights {8}

Dedicated to Noonzii, sorry for the delay, but we tried our best! Enjoy x

-------------------------------------- 

I opened the door immediately after hesitating for seconds thinking whether I should let him in or not.

Yousef what are you doing?! Come in…

His hands were shaking cold, I ran into my room and got him a think furry blanket and a huge woolly cardigan and some thick socks. I helped him remove his hoodie and shirt. It was the first time I had ever seen him wear something out of his comfort zone, which to me was suits. I lit the fire in the mantel and sat beside him, covering him up. Something was distracting him and I was unsure of what was happening in his mind, but I was deeply concerned. I walked in the kitchen and made him some hot chocolate topped with marshmallows, M&Ms and whipped cream. I got the cookie jar with me and placed it on the table and handed him his hot chocolate. We sat there for what seemed like hours, but it was only a few quiet minutes. He was drinking his hot chocolate and I was listening to the fire cracking, the rain pouring and thunder roaring, the sounds of nature against human breathing. 
I’m sorry for scaring you. He was staring at his mug.
I hugged him from the side uncontrollably, I wasn’t sure of what I was doing.Yousef, I’m always here for you. I held his hand. I know that was very unexpected, but are you fine? He turned around facing me. His light blue eyes, with the reflection of the fire on the side, were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, the combination of fire and ice with such beauty. I could hear his heartbeat through his shirt, his heavy breathing, the small sweat drops forming on his forehead, the way his eyebrows moved; how unsure he was of what he was about to say.
I don’t know what was clouding my thoughts, but whenever I think of something you’re there. Ab’3a agoolik shay, but I’m too scared of what’s about to happen. I’ve been overthinking, my mind is about to explode because of all the sleepless nights and struggles. He placed our hands on my bare knees, his touch sent shivers down my spine. Jawaher, please understand what I’m about to say is very difficult for me, but please listen till the end. When I first saw you, I wasn’t sure what was going on, whether I was unsure of you? Or whether I was madly in love. I had mixed emotions but I was spurning them every time you showed up. The day you set foot in the atelier was the day my life dramatically changed, and once you knew about me I thought there is a meaning to life after all, that there are people out there that are bothered and have spent some time trying to find out more about you, so you mean something to them. And more importantly she respects me even though I’m trying to hide away from my past. Because you saw me for being Yousef and not Vladimir and you accepted me… Please always know that I love you more than anything else in the world. And I’m here because I feel safe when I’m with you; whenever you’re around I am calm... I love you too... I thought in my mind. But its too soon.. It was getting awkward, I was running out of words.. I didn’t know what to say. And every time he looked at me I would blush even more, my face burning 10x more. He stared sneezing, once twice until it got a bit out of control, and then it got serious. I checked his temperature with a thermometer, disappointed that he has a fever.Stay here for the night until you feel better. Seems like it’s going to rain until the morning. As much as I hated the rain, I was very happy that he was staying. And I thanked god that if rain would bring us together, then let it rain.  I went back into the kitchen and prepared him a traditional medicine Aibileen taught me that helps fight the flu/fever: a cup of warm water, honey and lemon (chamomile is optional).
Thank you. He said as a warm smile spread across his face. I went back in my room and got myself a blanket and some socks. I sat beside him, staring at the fire as it slowly invaded the wooden logs; I tucked my knees in and hugged them to stop the heat from escaping and the cold from entering. I don't remember what happened next... But my heart ached for more.. 

Traffic Lights {7}

Excuse me sir; I need to talk to you for a second. Said the teacher’s secretary. He excused himself and walked out, it took him only a few seconds and he walked back in, he looked somehow concerned.

Jawaher al Flani, raise your hand please. I was surprised, so I slowly raised my hand up.

Yes sir. I stood up.

Someone outside needs you, some kind of urgent business. He looked at me, disappointed.

Class is dismissed, and Jawaher before you leave I need to have a word with you. My stomach was slowly turning into knots. I was worried. What happened? Why is he acting this way?

Can you please explain what’s going on?

What do you mean, sir?

Your grades are slowly falling, you’re mind is always in some other world, you’re not participating much in all of your classes. All your teachers are worried. What is it that is bothering you? What’s happening?

I felt dryness in my throat, I was still staring, I did not want to break the eye contact between us. But I had to. And so I did, I looked at the ground feeling a bit ashamed because of the lie I was about to blurt out.

Well my family was just concerned because I didn’t fly back to Dubai during the winter break and you know how it is, the time difference and all, we tend to Skype all night and I can't catch up with my normal routine and I’ve been working lately, everything is just messed up, you know? I just need to figure things out. I promise I’ll fix things and let everything go back to normal just the way it was.

Be careful young lady. I know I’m just an old teacher, but you are like my daughter. And I don’t want my daughter to hang out with people like the one that is waiting for you outside. Pointing at the car outside. My heartbeats accelerated.

Oh, V? He’s just an old family friend. He’s a good gentleman; don’t be fooled by his appearance. And thank you for your concern sir. I walked outside the building. And there he was, well dressed in his tailored suit leaning on his car while most of the students that passed by looked at him. He inhaled his cigarette closing his eyes and enjoying the moment. He took one last drag, and then gently flicked the cigarette with his finger as it flew in the air and hit the ground; his polished Italian shoes killed it.

Good morning beautiful! He slid his hand in mine and pulled it up to his lips and kissed it.

Good morning to you too. How are you?

El7emdellah good, you? That was the first time I ever heard him speak in Arabic. And let me tell you, that was the most seducing thing ever! I couldn’t stop blushing.

El7emdellah, I’m fine thank you. I bit my lower lip, trying to stop myself from blushing and laughing at how ridiculously stupid I looked.

We got in and we drove on our way to my 23rd photo shoot. The past months were a hectic and such a headache, I couldn’t cope with all the pressure, with finals and work and going to the atelier and trying to balance it by spending time with Aibileen. All in all it was just too much.

I looked at him, as we stopped by the traffic lights.

Yousef… Are you mad at me because I found out about you?

No. Why would I ever be angry? I found out all about you and I think we’re equal now. He held my hand.

This photo shoot was quite different to the others. It was more intense in a sense. The whole story was about a girl who was lost in her fairy tales but was found by a charming young prince dressed in tuxedos and instead of being on horsebacks he was driving luxurious cars; he made her the happiest girl.

I couldn’t believe we were finally done with that photo shoot; it was so long and so tiring. I barely slept last night. Or the nights before, surely I had dark circles under my eyes. I need a break, I want to fly away, just me and forget the world…

Once I dipped in the warm bubble bath I switched on the TV. That’s how bored I was, done working out, done with all the work. I barely switch on the TV. “If you’re good at something, never do it for free”- The Joker from Batman the Dark Knight was the first thing that was said and the first thing that caught my attention. I continued watching the movie; I was so engrossed. All my attention was to the screen. The movie ended, that was fast. I washed up then dried myself and put on my silk-satin kimono robe with my nightwear underneath. I went back to my room and put on some classic mixture of Beethoven, Mozart and Vivaldi and lied down on my bed. I wonder why I’m doing this. Why I bothered signing up to a modelling agency. What am I going to get from it? Is it beneficial? But with every question being asked, the answers were painful indeed, answers of flashbacks of Yousef and me. I want to go back, back to where I belong... Somewhere I myself don’t know where it is....

I closed my eyes. Darkness. Black. So peaceful.

I woke up from the loud noise coming from my opened window. It was raining heavily, thunder and lightning. I shivered; I got up and closed the window. 3:02AM, I unlocked my door and walked outside towards the living room. I turned on the kettle and made myself some chamomile tea and had Aibileen’s homemade cookies as a light snack. I sat down. I had a weird feeling growing within me, I was scared from the weather outside but what really scared me was the light knocking on the door. I wrapped my robe even tighter around my body; I wore my sandals and walked up to the door. I looked through the hole, and saw a man wearing his hoodie over his head drenched in water standing outside shivering. He knocked again, this time he looked at the hole. My heart stopped. It can’t be…. 

Traffic Lights {6}

Today, I had marked down on my calendar as the second time I have a photo-shoot. I got up and wore my short and shirt I was ready for a quick workout.

Suddenly the music was lowered from the music system. That’s weird...

Are you dating someone? She winked at me.

What! No???

Then can someone please explain to me who that handsome tall blue hair- gorgeous blue eyes young man standing outside with a bouquet of roses in his hands is?

Oh. My. God. I instantly stopped running. He did not!!! Aibileen quick let him come in! OR NO! Let me get dressed? Oh my god oh my goddddd!!!! Why is he here? I ran as fast as I could, I don’t know what to wear. Oh god help me. I picked out whatever was in front of me and went in and had a shower. I didn’t feel like doing anything with my hair, I let it loose. For the first time, in front of him.

Good morning gorgeous! You look beautiful.

Good morning to you too. I smiled; Aibileen was preparing breakfast for the three of us.

I brought you these flowers.

You didn’t have to…

But I wanted to. I hope you like them.

Come on dear, breakfast is ready. I’m Aibileen by the way. I got out my hairband and tied my hair up into a high messy bun, he analysed every move I made. Aibileen went the extra mile today, she put the effort and actually made a proper breakfast, funny, it’s been such a long time since I last had proper breakfast.

What would you like, sir? Pancakes, waffles, French toast, everything anything?

Ahahaha, thank you. Don’t worry, please have a seat, I can help myself. 

We sat down quietly; we ate our food in silence. Awkward. He complimented Aibileen’s food, which made her so happy, I smiled. Why is he here?

After breakfast we sat in the living room, I didn’t know what’s going on. But whatever it was, it was freaking me out.

Work starts in another 2-3 hours, what do you want to do?

I don’t know… Where do you want to go? Oh.. That explains it all. 

To the atelier? Or do you want to go to some other place?

No I’m free, I have nothing to do.

Perfect!

I told Aibileen that I was leaving with Vladimir; she gave me a quick talk about how I shouldn’t be going out with strangers and all but he already left, he was waiting for me downstairs in his car. I laughed; I wonder when will it be the perfect timing for me to tell her the real purpose behind all of this.   

I entered his car and we took off, this time he had driven to a different route to the atelier. And I thought, maybe it’s the perfect timing? maybe I should say it.

So... Yousef AlX, tell me something about you. He laughed, laughed so hard that I started to blush stupidly.

You did your job. Lovely! What else did you discover? He said it without the Russian accent. I knew it. I knew all along that he was an Arab. Yes you read it right, an Arab. I had done enough research and to an utter disbelief I discovered that he is after all a Saudi.

That your name is Yousef, Saudi. Your mom is a Russian that’s why your accent is so strong. That’s all. Why are you hiding this?

Hiding what?

Your identity…

How do you know all of this?

I have my ways, you found out about me. It is a small world after all.

Indeed. But no one at the atelier knows about this and they shouldn’t.

I couldn’t talk to him. I felt too ashamed for what I have done. Strange, how I had easily found out about him, I never expected him to react this way. What was even stranger was that after I had told him what I had found out about him, he held my hand. I felt so guilty and bad for what I have done; it felt like I had committed a crime. We arrived at the atelier and everyone was surprised that Vladimir picked me up. Maybe I should stop calling him Vladimir, let’s rename him to Yousef, shall we?

We stayed for only a bit, then we drove to the photo-shoot. It was cherry blossom season; the roads to the location were filled with the cherry blossom trees. They always manage to fascinate me, the colour is so vibrant and rich it gives prominence to the beauty of nature that we should nurture. We arrived at the place, it was like a classic movie, we were in Yousef’s classic car and he’s dressed up in a suit and I’m wearing a short dress. We parked beside an old house that had cherry blossom trees surrounding it. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. The village was quiet, with a few cars around 4 or 5. We were welcomed into the house.

The girl that was helping me get dressed had informed me that I was going to take pictures with Yousef. At first the questions were normal, until they got a little too personal, the girl had asked whether we were in a relationship and I laughed at first but then explained to her that we are just good friends, since my story of how we met would be way too awkward. 

The makeup artist barely applied any makeup. My hair was tied up in a bun. The whole idea of the theme was pure, vintage elegant beauty, back to the 60’s with a touch of modernism. They initially needed around 6-7 pages of pictures of the photo-shoot but they extended it to 10 pages.

The photo shooting took place in the garden outside. Me dressed up in a dress that was widely opened at the back, long sleeves and I had high heels on and Yousef wore a suit. Dusk was setting; we stood on the wooden bridge, with a small river that flowed underneath us, and a small waterfall that was behind us. We stood relatively close, there was no gap between us, and he slid a diamond ring in my ring finger. His hands on my bare back, my body already matching and touching his, my left hand over his right arm, he looked at me his eyes were an ocean of emotion they spoke out to me beautifully telling me a story of how much he enjoyed this. I smiled. The cameras wouldn’t stop clicking. This time I felt more confident then I had ever felt, I walked out showing the world who I am. Whenever he touched me, I felt a tingle rise up to my neck, my whole senses awaken and he surely enjoyed it. I loved every bit of it.

We were finally done and I had already gone to change. I walked down the stairs once I was done, but I overheard some talk between Yousef and the photographer.

You do realise that when a person really likes you they start to look at you differently. I blushed. Consider yourself lucky if you were her man. And if you weren’t then man up and become hers, I wouldn’t dare lose such a person.

I acted as if I didn’t hear anything, I continued walking to the end of the stairs then I just stood beside Yousef.

Ready?

Yes, are you?

Yes, lets go. He winked. He thanked everyone and I couldn’t stop blushing from all the compliments but they didn’t really matter, all that mattered was the fact that he was holding my hand all the time. I don’t know what I was replying or what they were saying, all I knew was that what our body language was saying was beautiful.

Why are my legs shaking... Is it because I’m in his car? Or is it because we’re on our own. We were literally flying, my hair loose, and the air brushing it softly. We stopped by the traffic light and he faced me, his light blue eyes against the sunrays are as cold as the ice and as warm as the ocean. I wanna leap across the gear box and be in his arms, I wanna let him know how I feel, I need to express my feelings but my lips are sealed. His lips parted. He ripped the world up with his killer smile. The world was playing my heartbeats out loud; a symphony that made my head spin.