Knowing that Faith would not notice his look lost in that sweet fragrance, Layton approached his nose to her jacket and closed his eyes for a few moments, imagining returning to that magical moment he lived with her.
"Thank you, Faith!" he said, lowering himself to the hole and spying the other way, looking for her complicit gaze.
Despite being dressed like that night, Faith's clothes were clean and fragrant, but her body's wonderful shapes remained perfectly visible under the thin cotton tank top.
In a moment of unjustified courage, knowing that in their current condition, they could barely touch each other, Layton said: "I'm glad it happened tonight."
The two communicating cells' tomb silence became even more extreme and for a few moments, even the breath of the two janitors disappeared, increasing the embarrassment.
