"What's wrong, Ismail?" I wanted to know guessed by his expression that it was good news.

"Tomorrow Brenda will come." I've talked to her, and she agreed to come.

“Oh really?” I widened my eyes in surprise.

When she organized the trip, she was included, however she declined for family reasons; explained that her cousin's husband had suffered a breakdown due to his terminal illness. I was sad, because I wanted Brenda to be with us, both Ismail and I felt that she was part of our family.

I got up and hugged him happily. Barely a week there, but his absence seemed like a thousand years in solitude. Ismail hit me closer to him, nullifying even the half millimeter that separated us. Gently he caressed my back; inevitably a sob escaped my lips, I couldn't hold it back, and I blamed the hormones for my sensitivity at that moment.

He separated us far enough, his long fingers subtly lifting my chin, making eye contact possible. I couldn't stop feeling a bunch of nerves looking at him like that