Ibrahim’s POV

“Seems I should take her name more often,” I muttered under my breath, the corner of my lips lifting slightly. I had noticed it the very first time. The way she looked at me when I said her name, as if something in her stilled for a second. The faint flush rising to her cheeks, the subtle hitch in her breath she tried so hard to hide. It was brief, almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn’t paying attention.