‘This man… has been telling me he loves me for so long… and yet I was ignorant of it…’
“… Fatædi?… What’s wrong?”
“…”
“You don’t have to call me that if you don't want to…”
“…”
The lift of her head was aided by the spouse’s hand, and the meet of their stares invited his nose to groom his female, who mesmerized by the quiet this simple affection summoned in her soul, softly spoke before the man decided for his edges to graze hers again resigning to the wish his heart held.
“We…”
“…?”
“Fatæ… from now on, we need to express ourselves more clearly…”
“… Say it again.”
“… First tell me you understand…”
“I understand. Please say it, my Fatædi.”
The anticipation of the loved man, wrecked her heart and soul in tender warmth as he excitedly moved to get the word to be told… and her hand was placed on the chest of the eager spouse, pushing him lightly like he wanted to do with Ewelina, leaning onto him to make the enthusiasm heighten with now mischievous allure.
