Catherine's hair was lustrous, shimmering with a silk touch. The red dye faded from the root of her hair. Sean could smell the faint fragrance of shampoo.
Sean crossed his fingers in her hair with a focused look, like there was nothing more important.
Catherine saw the reflection of his good-looking face in the mirror. His look was cold yet gentle. As he crossed his fingers among her hair, she felt his devotion.
Catherine wished this moment could last forever. She had Sean who loved her, vice versa, she loved him.
Catherine felt sweetness springing up in her chest and gave Sean a gentle look. As they exchanged looks, they were both moved.
"It's okay." Sean's voice was a bit gruff.
"Alright."
"Finish your hot tea and lie down."
"Okay."
Sean found that Catherine didn't talk back this time. She listened to whatever he said.
As Catherine took sips of the tea, Sean looked at her in a way that made her nervous.
