My nostrils take in the cool air in his car as I caress my cheek and listen to the jingle jangle of bangles on my thin wrist. I look at his muscled chest and something coils in me. It stains my skin and burns me to a lulling point of arousal. I want to cuddle him with my lips gummed to his. But no, he’s an Ustaz. So, I seize a chance, catch him in a hug, kiss him and run away.
The author, Zainab Muhammed the winner of the Launch Day Contest can be found @ https://www.facebook.com/Zainabmanak