Zora opens the car window and lets the gentle evening breeze blow on her face, closing her eyes to enjoy this pleasant moment.
Cecil looked at her carefree face and decided not to tell her the truth now.
He secretly vowed that he would always take care of Zora and that he would find the right time to tell her about it.
……
In the evening, after a shower, Zora is lying on her bed while listening to a radio broadcast of a stand-up comedy.
She kicks her calves comfortably and laughs as she listens.
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Zora lounged lazily in bed and didn't get out of bed right away to answer the door.
"Me." Cecil's low voice.
They had been dating for over six months now, and Cecil came to her room from time to time.
"Please come in." Zora's attention was still on the radio.
Cecil pushed the door open and walked in.
He saw an image that made his breath stop for a moment.
Zora, dressed in a blue silk nightgown, lay on the yellow sheets.
