43. Melting Heart

He moved back as he let go of her hands. She noticed he took out his phone and clicked her picture. She looked up at him startled with cherry lips slightly parted as he clicked another picture.

He didn't say anything about why he took her pictures. "You can change if you want," He said and she gave him a quick nod, still confused.

Hamza got off the bed as he walked to the walk-in closet and grabbed his nightwear and trekked into the ensuite bathroom.

Hooriya sat on the edge of the bed as she began to undo the pins on her head.

A few minutes later the door opened and her eyes whipped up in his direction. He was wearing sweats with a loose t-shirt.

He looked at her and she immediately dropped her gaze. This was the first time she saw him in such clothes.

He walked up to her. His hair was slightly wet as if he had taken a shower and here she hadn't even gotten rid of all the pins in her veil and hair.

She was mercilessly pulling at the pin when her hands halted feeling his warm palms hov