You had just returned to Asra’s house in Nopal, ready to make the journey home. The day was busy, dealing with the beetle infestation, and neither of you had the desire to stay on your feet any longer.

With little persuasion, you propose to spend the night here, in his cozy mud brick house, so that you can selfishly rest in his arms another night.

The two of you had been awfully affectionate lately, and there’s a fondness in his eyes that tells you he’s been waiting patiently for it to come.