Zain shouldn't be thinking about her like this-his apprentice, his friend. But his mind won't let go of the quiet moments they've shared: her laugh when she teased him, the way her hair smelled like soap when she leaned too close, the soft crease at the corner of her mouth when she smiled at him. Mundane moments that shouldn't mean anything... yet they're all he can think about. And somewhere between memory and longing, he realizes he wants more than just friendship-he wants her.
