Chapter 14

“You sure?” he asked once he was allowed.

Ali beamed again.

“You came to see my mother even though you had doubts, and she went and proved you totally right, and—you know, you had every right to get pissed off with her and with me, only you didn’t, and…”

He trailed off, shook his head, and kissed Yazid again.

Yazid smiled and gave in to whatever excitement was bubbling over, sliding his arms right around Ali’s hips and pulling until they were touching from mouth to legs. Ali’s knee slid—perhaps accidentally—between Yazid’s thighs, and without quite meaning to, Yazid rocked his hips forward and caught the muted groan between their lips.

“Your room,” Ali whispered fervently, and began to pull at Yazid’s shoulders.