Jasmine learns Arabic

a bed cover over my chest. I did not want to thing of him touching or loving another woman. It hurt me to the point where I look all over his room when I found them. Love letters to some incompreh

iend. I missed Him.” “Is that waleed.” “Nam, yes” he said. But he’s just going to be my personal imam. Jasmine this is waleed awad bin al habib.” Compared to my Faisal this guy was ghost white. “I told my imam waleed that I was with you now. But he said he saw you and desired you as well as me.” I walked away but I heard a habibi in a feminine voice. “Yes?” “I want I touch you beautiful face. I had such beauty too one.” Waleed almost sobbed. Waleed touched my face and then brought it close to mine and then kissed me tenderly. I felt a surge of electricity between us. “I desire both Faisal an