[Eun meets his gaze because he invites it, and as she has felt no fear before, neither does she now. Her eyes are not steady, however, with half of her focus on attempting to stay calm. She absolutely refuses to tear up again in this bed on their first night together.

Being drawn into his embrace challenges her ability to maintain that control, but she is grateful to be held and lays against him with another swallow. Her hands hold, rather than caress.

Unbidden, his talk of years prompts a small voice inside of her. That she wants a hundred years with him. Two-hundred. Three.]

Allah can have use for you, but if I have any say about it, one day you'll find want and use for your life for yourself again as well.