Feeling her soft, gentle hands hold onto both of my cheeks. I find myself paralyzed and charmed by her, I couldn't find the strength to look away. But whenever I try to break away, she would feel it and tighten her grasp on me. Then she would giggle as she continues to stare at my flustered face. It feels kinda embarrassing, but it makes me happy in the inside.
Sarah is debating within herself whether she would kiss him, she already has his full attention. And what she's feeling in the moment is truly overwhelming, but she remained hesitant. Remembering what she was taught as a young muslim girl, to not get so touchy with a man she isn't married to. To have self control and not indulge in what is considered "immoral".