He pushed me against the lockers stepping closer. Our faces were only mere inches apart. I could feel his cigarette breath mixed with coffee fanning my face. He didn't really strike me as a coffee person, and Cigarette and Coffee, what a bad combination.
He caressed my face with his thumb, and for the first time ever since we met, his beautiful blue orbs looked straight into my plain brown ones. He leaned in closer and nuzzled his face on my neck. I swear if he looked up at me, our lips would meet because of how close we were.
"Don't mess with me baby doll, I assure you , you will regret it"
Handsome and tattooed. Israr Al Ibad was the ultimate bad boy....wait but weren't bad boys supposed to have that boyish charm? That sexy smirk? Sarcasm being their middle name? . Well the thing is Israr was everything but that, he was extremely guarded, short tempered, rude and quite frankly scary.
As a matter of fact, Israr was many things but nice and caring. He was anyone he mets worse nightmare. Devil was one of his many names, he was cold, heartless and ruthless and had no manners might I add.
And me, I loved everyone, I couldn't stand to see anyone sad or unhappy or worse derived from worshipping Allah. I wanted to help anyone and everyone.
Everyone including Israr Al Ibad that is.
DONT JUDGE NOT A BAD BOY GOOD GIRL BOOK. NOT CLICHE ONLY A LITTLE. NOT EDITED READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.