The first night I can remember was with him, the first time I was kissed by a man was also with him, the first time I lived with a man—even if it was just for work—was still with him!
Without turning on the light, through the hazy light passing through the car window, she could only faintly see his sharply contoured facial curves, sometimes illuminated by the colorful street lamps, other times hidden in the endless darkness. The interplay of light and shadow, like a musical composition starting to play, draped his handsomeness in a layer of gauze that seemed to appear and disappear intermittently.
Her head was resting on his thigh, both her wrists were firmly grasped by his large hands. His tall body suddenly sank down, like a huge boulder rolling down from a cliff, she wanted to dodge, but there was no escape!
