Chapter Eighteen

It's been three days since the family dinner, three days since since we met the twins, three days since me and Zayyad started making real progress in this relationship.

We were in the living room watching a movie, Zayyad's head on my thighs but he wasn't concentrating on the television but on his phone.

The Instagram dude must be doing his stuffs there, but i was watching a really good movie and we were both minding our business.

A shrill sound of a phone ringing cut through the peaceful atmosphere making me glance down at Zayyad.

He muttered a sorry and swiped at the screen to answer his phone.