"And then? What happened?" Asked an eager Tom.
"We went upstairs and played Scrabble all night long," Sarah replied nonchalantly, sitting on the carpet of her living room.
Tom grabbed the cushion behind him and threw it at her, hitting her on the arm.
"How was it?" He insisted, with wiggling eyebrows and inquisitive eyes.
She picked up the cushion and hugged it. "A - mazing."
"Shit!" Tom reclined on the couch. "It's like he can't do anything wrong!"
Sarah knew precisely what Tom was talking about. There was no such thing as the perfect man, no one is perfect after all, but Hamdan conducted himself with complete certainty in everything he did and that gave him an aura of superiority. He seemed to know exactly when, how and what he wanted at all times, and he wasn't afraid to ask for it.
"He was so passionate but gentle at the same time. The way he touched me..." She closed her eyes and let herself fall on the floor. "Like I was this delicate porcelain piece that had to be handled with all the care in the world... and the things he said!" She held the cushion against her face.
Rooster came up and started sniffing around it.
"How many times?" Tom inquired.
She moved the cushion away and lifted her head only. "What makes you think there was more than one?"
Rooster licked her cheek.
He rolled his eyes. "Your face!"
She grinned and let her head fall back down. "Well, after that first one, we fell asleep but then he woke me up in the best way there is," the cushion pressed against her chest. "I don't know what time it was and we didn't even say a word, we just—"
"Did it again," he finished the sentence for her.
"And then again after breakf—"
"Enough! I bloody hate you!" Tom barked.
Sarah sat back up laughing.
"Judging by that smile I'm guessing he took good care of you..." Tom hinted.
She sighed deeply. "All I'll say is that he's not a selfish lover at all."
"Argh!" He jumped up and down in the same spot whining like a toddler. "I need to find my own Hamdan!" Then he stopped suddenly. "Wait! Were you guys safe?"
Sarah tilted her head. "Do you think we're dumb? Of course we were!"
"So, he brought protection? Because I forgot to slide some in your suitcase," his hands on the cheeks.
"Thank God you didn't," she covered her eyes with her hands briefly. "Because I don't know who unpacked and packed for me."
"Really? That's fancy!"
"There was a woman in the crew, so I'd like to think that she did it."
"When are you seeing him again?" He asked, fixing his already flawless hair.
"That's what sucks," she pouted. "This weekend is off the table because we have Abby's wedding and he's doing this Spartan-like race and then there's the President's Cup in Abu Dhabi—"
"You're not going?" He interjected.
She put her hands up. "Oh, no. Then it's his mother's birthday and after that there's the Government Summit... which ends on Valentine's Day and that's when I'm going to see him again. And you have to help me think of something, because I told him I would take care of things for Valentine's day."
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Fanfiction"A strand of hair was laying over her left eye and he slowly tucked it behind her ear with his index finger. His hand kept going down to the back of her neck and he caressed her blushing cheek with his thumb. She did not seem to be cold anymore. His...
