44. Breakfast

Hooriya stirred in her sleep as the bright light on her eyelids woke her up. She groggily opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. As soon as the scent of roses wafted through her nose, she recalled the happenings.

She was married.

She was in Hamza's room.

She looked to her left and the bed was empty. The sheets were neat and clean. She blinked slowly as she sat up properly.

Her gaze instantly fell on the huge form of the man laying on the couch. She blinked at him. Half of his legs were hanging from the edge. He was just too big for the small couch.

He looked so uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but recall last night. That intimate moment in the closet and then him bringing food for her.

She was hungry no doubt and they ate in calming silence. She was aware of how he kept glancing at her while she continued to stare at the bed worriedly.

He was the one who said that he would sleep on the couch and she can take the bed. Her heart had done a wild pitter patter at his cons