I was woken up by gentle strokes in my hair. On opening my eyes I found Moosa staring into space, lost in his thoughts. His one arm was under my head and his other hand was stroking my hairs. My both arms were wrapped around his torso, holding him tight as almost half of my body was rested upon him and he was lying so peacefully like I weigh nothing.
"Hey, you're up." I heard his soft voice, as I felt his hand brushing my waist slowly under my ... shirt?Wide-eyed, I quickly left him to create some distance but his hand sneaked further into the shirt, as he gently pressured my spine and his other hand encircles my shoulders, crushing me back to his chest.
"Stay." He whispered, as his hand started caressing my back.It may be because of his fever that was making his touch warm and leaving my skin hot, yet sensational... He leaned closer and nuzzled his face in my neck, his lips kept brushing my skin making me tremble in his arms. I didn't know what was these feelings and I didn't know what to do about it, but I was sure that if he doesn't stop now, I will go crazy.
"Stop." I breathed out when his other hand found its way under my shirt, slowly reaching to my chest.
Frozen as solid ice in my place, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched his shirt tightly, I tried to calm the crazy heartbeats of mine but it didn't work."Noor... Stop being afraid of me." He whispered upon my neck.