Music Recommendation: Together again—Stephen Rennicks
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The only sound that was heard in the living room was the soft crackling from the fireplace while the chatter of the people in the house dulled down. A soft thud was heard from the main door as if someone had walked out of the house.
Eve partly closed her eyes when she felt Vincent's lips touch hers. It was nothing less than the sparks in the clouds before the rain, where the two until now had refrained from having more than a mere touch since they had met. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt, crumpling it when his lips started to move against hers.
Not a murmur of protest spilt out of Eve's lips; instead, she revelled in this new feeling. Her heart raced and it felt as light as a butterfly's wings. It was as if it was flapping so quickly that it would crumble in colours that she didn't know she possessed.
