The scent of warm spices filled your senses as you buried your nose in his hair, looking at Jamil with a soft expression. His arms were around your waist, his grip similar to a boa constrictor’s as his head was on your shoulder.

He’d come into his room, looking unhappy as he grabbed you and held onto you in a vice grip. He didn’t say anything but you knew how he felt, it used to upset him how easily you seemed to be able to read him but now, in these moments, he couldn’t be more grateful.