"I mean our ideologies should mix up and be a team, only when love and fear would come together, we will be able to achieve what we really want. Neither love nor fear could single handedly do anything, so I want your cooperation to go ahead, will you be with this Zach Accardo in this fight, dearest Irene Ranallo?"
I forwarded my hand, asking for hers.
She contemplated, she looked doubtful.
"I know I was a shithole, but I surely can change, so please grace me"
She smiled and put her swollen palm in mine, our hands entwines, as we teamed up.
Raising her hand a little up, I inched my lips closer to the back of her palm and let them linger over there.
Even without looking into her eyes, I can guess how she must be feeling right now, going all red red. Without stopping with one small kiss, I trailed my lips over the back of her palm.
