He fell and touched Lyra's feet, while her upper fats were waiting under the soft fabric. At first, they hugged tight until they released their hug to look at each other.
Shortness of breath, amid a pounding heart. The blinks that occurred were brief as if they were twinkling. But they were in awe of each other, missing each other.
Duke Kleo gently stroked her cheek, aiming at her ear and then at her hair. "Are you still sad?" he whispered, holding his urge to immediately make her shiver. "Do you still want to tell me something?"
She shook her head softly. "No," she said, looking awkward. Her hands roamed on his suit which always looked glamorous but also plain. She never thought that she would be able to stand in front of him as his lover. "I guess I just need to be alone first. I have to calm my chaotic mind."
She turned back to look at the night view, while occasionally glancing at Tania's room.
