Irsa finally understood.
Understood what it meant to feel at home wherever you were. To feel as though you belonged in any moment, at any place, in any time.
Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim’s lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here.
With this boy. In this moment. In this time.
And that her heart would never be lonely again.