"You are so beautiful....." Ken blurred out in a daze at her angelic manifestation within his eyes; she dyed his world with colours that made the ominous, beautiful.
Queries that questioned his worth to stand beside her churned his mind, rendering him guilty yet selfish as he once again decided to be selfish not for himself but for the woman in his arms, wanting him to be selfish.
So be it.
Her cheeks burned crimson at his whisper, Eleanor could only avoid his gaze that made a certain feeling well up within her as she forced her now creaking neck to face him—her palm was over his cheek as she flashed a silly, naive and innocent smile with a tilt, facing up at him.
And before Ken noticed it, his lips had pressed against herself as he loomed over her, taking brunt of the cold shower that drenched the pair.
Pressing his lips against her quivering ones, Ken wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
