“I should have realized I loved you when I started negotiations for the hotel.”
“Maybe.”
“Perhaps you need a little more proof.” Sayed’s meaning was clear in the hunger glowing in his espresso eyes.
“I’ll never say no to that type of proof.”
Nor would she ever balk at giving it. Love had turned her from repressed into passionately expressive.
And Sayed adored her that way. He said so.
They made love throughout the night, taking turns expressing their spiritual affection in carnal ways no less beautiful than the emotion that flowed between them.
Ultimately, Hena Amari had gifted Liyah with Sayed, her final request leading her daughter to London where fate ordained she connect with the other half of her soul.
Liyah whispered a prayer of gratitude as she slipped into sleep, wrapped in the arms of her one true love, and hoped her mother could hear it, as well.
*