He lowered his head, his lips heavily landing on her fair, receding tide, rubbing back and forth.
The numbing shiver came from where he touched, delicate as electricity, quickly spreading throughout her body.
Maybe it was delirium, or perhaps she drank too much, or maybe the air conditioning was set too low. In a haze, she felt so cold, and then, she felt a warm body leaning over, pressing close to her. In her groggy state, she felt something filling her empty soul. She moaned softly, she murmured, she clung tightly—wishing to be a wisp of green smoke, disappearing with that person into a corner of the world...
Perhaps it was the heat of the moment; she couldn't speak. Her body shuddered like a sieve; her soul seemed to float!
The man's embrace was surprisingly warm, like a strange, magical heated bed.
She felt as if she was starting to dream, relentlessly weaving various dreams.
Those dreams were colorful: red, blue, green, gray... brilliantly vibrant, like a fairy tale.
