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“Behave yourself,”
Even a blind person could tell he’s a level-99 virgin.
“Alina Azlan! Tumara dimaagh toh ni kharab?”
mera dmagh hi nahi hay
“Um, can I— Is it okay if I can call you ‘Mama’?”
“You’re supposed to be like Prince Charming and help her with her shoes.”
next to a group of frat boys and their girlfriends, whom they probably cheat on at least once a week.
“Your mother.”
glance over at Alina, who’s recording Zoha with the enthusiasm of a soccer mom.
Zoha leaves my side to console her with the same made-up fact I just told her.
“cutie patootie”
sinner to his knees.
“On the day Asseer was born, the demons got together and decided to create my fear come true.”
“So they sprinkled dandruff in his hair—”
But whenever I looked down at my baby sleeping peacefully on my chest, their voices would scatter into the background, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and purpose.
“WikiHow?”
“Fine, I learned it on YouTube, which is somewhat more reliable than Google Images. Happy?”
“My wife will keep it as a souvenir.”
“We are not leaving this place without that Pikachu in our possession. You hear me?”
“You don’t love Mama?”
“Well, my husband isn’t much of a conversationalist.” I give him a sarcastic smile. “And he doesn’t like strangers touching him either. So, unless you have something important to say, maybe it’s best you leave us to enjoy our night.”
his fingers looking like they could palm a basketball.
Or they could palm my tits
“You’re way sexier than him. Way richer than him. And
I step back when he stands, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, and holy fuck, if that isn’t the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed, Alina.
“Let’s put him in a coma!” I
“A mild concussion should do.”
“My limbs are too long for this.”
Does she know he was sleeping with our history teacher in junior year to keep his spot on the football team?
“You’d better not be checking out my ass, Asseer.” Like a
My claustrophobia is sky-high.
🥲🥲🥲mhm
“B for Brian. B for bit—”
Fuck him and his narrow-mindedness.
ninety-five percent of my attraction to him is because of his voice alone. The other five percent is his luscious, black,
“Judging by the number of times you’ve checked out my boobs in the last twenty minutes, I’d say I look more than just acceptable, don’t you think, Dr. Khan?”
falter backward as I notice my lipstick’s mark on his skin.
watch as he brings my hand to his face, inhaling the scent from my wrist.
Oh, god. He called you a “good girl.”
“You are insanely hypnotizing. Do you know that? Do you understand what you’re doing to me, Alina?”
let my hands clutch the sides of his waist, and
“I’m not very great at complimenting, Alina, but for my wife, I promise my actions will speak louder than words.”
wrapped in a tiny towel with Peppa Pig’s face on it.
I’d much rather stand here and stare at my wife.”
pretty pterodactyl
sit against the headboard and pull out my reading glasses, ready to dive into late-night email responses.
“Oh my god! You wear glasses?”
I think you’ve already established that your wife isn’t normal.
This woman of mine, she’s a beautiful paradox: powerful yet delicate, fierce yet loving.
Alina should be snuggled in my arms. But instead, she’s snuggled up with her body pillow, her leg draped over it.
I can’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy toward that pillow, wishing it was me she was holding onto.
I cast a glare at Levi Ackerman’s face stuffed between my wife’s breasts, my frustration mounting.
“One of these days, I’m going to burn you,” I mutter. You’re threatening a pillow, Azeer.
