Na'eemah's heart fluttered. The man was tall and was dressed in loose harem pants and long sleeveless shirt. He had a pair of daggers hitched at his waist as well as a longsword with a double curled design. His cheekbones were high, his eyes the lightest shade of green and his hair was full and slightly untidy. He looked downright sinful. He wasn't an ethereal beauty one wouldn't dare approach but instead looked like devilishly handsome and someone any woman would want to ravish. Na'eemah focused on his body as he kneeled beside her bed. Allocen took note of her gaze and chuckled, he leaned upward and pressed his lips against hers briefly before saying softly. "Breathe, sweetheart."
