Omar didn’t force me to be intimate with him, and for days, we contented ourselves with just cuddling and kissing. I appreciated his self-control and understanding that getting intimate was something I couldn’t do…well, not yet!

Every day, we went swimming until lunchtime, and I loved my new skin tone. We did things together except for cooking and lovemaking, and we enjoyed each other’s company. During those days, I was the happiest human being on Earth, but one day, I woke up from a fairytale dream.

Omar slowly distanced himself from me and he wouldn’t tell me why every time I would ask him. I was hurt by his indifference!...