C57 Intoxicated

Muntaha involuntarily chuckled. She didn’t even know his name while he knew more than enough about her. “I can’t close my eyes but I promise to lower my gaze. I promise not to take advantage of you. Can I come in now please? You are hurting,” he pleaded. He was no longer interested in keeping his mask on. His worry for her exceeded his resolve to stay cold and unfeeling