She swiped her hand to the side of the bed, feeling the coldness strike against the warmth of her palm. He had been gone a while, it seemed. Her heart sank, wishing he would have stayed in a little longer and cuddled her, like normal couples did. She sighed and covered her face. But we aren’t normal. I’m still in fucking Afghanistan. And I’m still his prisoner. And he? Who was he? She began to pull off the covers when she realized she was still naked from their love making last night. I’ve officially lost my mind. She shook her head with disbelief. She cared for him, but did she love him? The door swung open and she quickly pulled up the sheets to cover her breasts. Her heart thumped hard inside her. What if it was Adam? What would she do? “Khor?” Husna, she realized with disappointment. A little part of her after all had hoped that it would have been Adam.
