Tumi, her heart pounding, leads the way up the ancient minaret. Chaile's breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine. At the summit, the city sprawls below, but all Tumi sees is Chaile's intense gaze. Their bodies press together as they lean against the railing. Chaile's hand finds Tumi's hip, pulling her closer. Tumi's breath hitches as Chaile's thumb brushes her cheek, tracing her lips. Their eyes locked, they inch closer, their breaths mingling, when a sudden gust threatens to blow Tumi's hijab off, breaking the spell.