Issahil

Leaning down towards Nica, I reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Sleep well, Nica.” And then I leaned back and made my way out of the room.

I made my way to my study, knowing that the maids I had asked to clean my room must still be at it. Settling on a chair behind my desk, the events of the night replayed in my mind.

“Want to hear a secret? I have always had a crush on you, don't tell anyone.” 

Those words wouldn't stop playing in my head and weirdly enough, I felt good about this drunken confession from her. But then,...