The cold air dallying her front cowlick and her lustrous shy glimpse at him make her feel more awkward, as if they were on a date at their fifteenth age.
Although he was expecting Joliet to come, his actions showed nothing of what was running inside his heart. His gazes were surveying every little detail on her, as if she were a rare map of a fateful treasure that should be kept.
"I want it to show this sight. I thought we went through lots of things on the previous days, and actually we deserve some moments quite and spatially together." Rafael said his voice was smoky; she felt the warmth in his talk.
The tables and chairs were on the water, and she was standing bar foot on the dancing space as they had their dinner while the candles were burning to let them dive even deeper into each other.
