"How do you like it here?" Daniel asked.
They were inside the cottage. The only piece of furniture was a large bed.
There were rose petals scattered on the floor, and on the bed as well. There was a bottle of wine and two goblets next to the bed. The sheets looked luxurious and silky smooth.
"It's perfect," Mariana mumbled.
He got down on his knees in front of her and started to massage her wrists. Her hands were not all that sore, but his warm touch felt good and his piercing eyes were blue again.
That blissful shade of bluish aquamarine…
She could drown into his eyes, she could drown in his arms, and the last thing inside her head would just have been that he really had the perfect, strong shoulders to lean on.
Mariana smiled as he wrapped his hands around her wrists as cuffs, pressing her fingers against his chest.
