i love you

"Kristen," he said softly, turning to face me. His eyes were warm, filled with affection and understanding. "Are you sure? It's late, and I don't want to impose."

I looked up at him, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't want you to go. I just want to be with you a little longer. Please."

Karim's heart melted at the sight of my vulnerability. He reached out and cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender and reassuring. "You don't have to ask twice," he said, his voice filled with gentle warmth, "lets go inside."

With a soft smile, he took my hand, and we walked back to my room. The night was quiet, the only sounds were our footsteps on the pavement and the distant hum of the city. When we entered the room, a sense of calm washed over me. The familiar surroundings felt different with Karim beside me, more intimate and comforting.