Rays of the dim bedside lamp stretched across the room as Daania sat on the edge of Shamsher’s bed, her legs crossed, his oversized black T-shirt swallowing her petite frame. The faint scent of his cologne clung to the fabric, making her heart race.

Her teeth biting her bottom lip as her thoughts spiraled, a nervous, heady ache pooling low in her belly. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to calm the persistent throbbing, but it only seemed to intensify.