They reached the mansion in Beacon Hill, the sleek black car rolled in, down the long driveway. Anna sat on her husband's thighs. and rested her head on his chest. Truce stroked her hair, the silence in the car felt anxious. Truce realized it was coming from him. After this night, there would be no more barriers, and more sorrows to come. He looked down at her hair, inhaling citrusy-lavender.
According to her prophecy, this moment was the beginning of something huge in her life. He hugged her to himself, slowing every aching second down, to feel it, and enjoy the feeling. Her silent hot breath on his chest flamed his heart, her succulent smooth skin that engaged his imaginations, He moved her bold strands away to visualize half of her face. His heart fluttered. This woman, in my arms, is mine again. He kissed her forehead, and Anna awakened.
