The cluster of hairs around his navel pulled her eyes downward. hqporner Would she ever forget it? That was all she knew about his circumstances, all he would say, though she suspected that Father knew a little bit more. We’re twins. His movements took on an urgency, and Masha-il felt the same urgency seeping through her skin, her veins, like a heatwave, felt herself opening a little wider from his thrusts. “Sleep well, my officer,” she whispered into the darkness. But what if—and this was a terrifying thought—what if he woke up? With Abdel-Nasser? The memorable morning had happened in early February, almost a month ago. The yellowish light washed away the pallor of his skin, the shadows under his eyes, made him look younger and healthier.
