𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

~19~

'How are you homies?'
I hope you all are doing well.
So let's start the chapter without wasting your time.✨

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Author's POV~

After their dance under the moonlit sky, Asher walked Samaira to his car, both of them wrapped in a cocoon of happiness and unspoken emotions. The air was crisp and cool, filled with the lingering scent of the garden’s daffodils.

The drive to her house was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Asher would glance over at her, his eyes softening as he watched the faint blush on her cheeks.

When they finally reached her house, Asher pulled the car over. It was late, and the streets were empty. The glow of the streetlamps cast a warm hue, making the moment feel surreal. He turned to her, his intense blue eyes meeting hers as he reached for her hand, lifting it gently to his lips. He kissed it softly, his thumb tracing delicate circles on her skin.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, his voice low and filled with an emotion she hadn’t heard before.

Samaira looked at him, curious. “What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I’m leaving for New York the day after tomorrow.”

Her heart sank instantly, the happiness on her face faltering. “What? Why so soon?”

He sighed, his thumb still caressing her hand. “Work. It came up unexpectedly.”

Samaira tried to hide the disappointment in her expression, but Asher could see it. The idea of being apart from him so soon after their confession felt unbearable. Sensing her emotions, he leaned in closer, his forehead gently touching hers.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise. And when I do, I’ll make sure you’re mine for eternity,” he whispered, his voice soothing the ache that had started to grow in her chest.

After their intimate moment in the car, Samaira felt her heart heavy with the impending goodbye. Asher, ever the gentleman, stepped out of the car and walked around to open the door for her.

The warmth of his hand lingered on hers as he helped her out, and for a fleeting moment, they stood there in silence, the night air filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as though he could shield her from the ache that was about to settle between them. Samaira rested her head against his chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt, not wanting to let go.

She could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, and it comforted her in ways words couldn’t. But time was running out, and they both knew it.

Asher leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and she closed her eyes, savoring the tenderness of the moment. She didn’t want this to end. The thought of him leaving, even for a short time, made her chest tighten with a longing she hadn’t known before.

But they had no choice—work was calling, and neither of them could ignore it.

“You should go inside,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s late, and you need to rest.”

Samaira nodded, though her feet felt like they were stuck to the ground. With great effort, she began walking towards her house, each step heavier than the last. She could feel his gaze on her back, watching her every move, and that thought alone gave her the strength to keep going.