Atifa's pov:
"Tired?" His soft voice interrupted my thoughts, making me close my eyes.
"Hmm."
"Want to know what I think?" Keeping his head on my head gently, he asked me while bringing me closer to him, making me keep one of my hands on his chest.
"Only if it's not something to annoy me." Thinking about his question, I mumbled. He chuckled, his chest rumbling under my hand.
"Okay, then maybe I should just stay quiet because everything annoys you."
"That's not true!" Opening my eyes slightly, I protested with a pout.
"Accha." He laughed once again, not believing me. "I think that you are beautiful in and out, and nothing in this world could change that." There was genuineness in his voice as he told me, making my breath hitch. This… It couldn't happen. He shouldn't be so sure. And... I didn't even know if I believed him.
(Okay.)