In the Crowds of the Reporters
For a while, Luna gave up on her heartbeat which resulted in numbness in her mouth when the pinkish fleshy edge of his anchored on hers.
"Luna…."Someone's voice yanked her away from Danish and the joy in her soul; as Danish's body blurred out of her sight, her dream pushed her to reality. "Luna…." Danish's figure hovered beside her with his shocked eyes on hers. "What are you dreaming of that you got your lips pursed upward?"
To the man who hunched his upper body on her, Luna jumped awake at his appearance and in startle, retreated her back to the end of the sofa; it was merely a dream, the beautiful dream of whether she should be happy with or ashamed of since Danish's scrutiny still clutched on the bewildered her.
"Why do you, instead of sleeping, approach my berth?" conquered by her dismay, that question glided out of her tongue which managed to provoke Danish to add more shame to her face.