After having a rough night, reader makes a wish at a fountain that comes true quicker than expected, turning their night around for a truly memorable night
“When’s dinner,” Amala whined towards the ceiling.
“You’ve already eaten,” Yahya didn’t spare the pouting woman a glance. His dark eyes and nimble fingers were focused on some doodad or another that held little interest to her.
“Well I’m hungry again,” Amala rose to her knees on the thick antique carpet and stared up at his profile, “I think I know my own body.”