When he came back from the shower, she was still lying there on her stomach in the small, softly-lit room that was warm and smelled with love and the incense of the candles. Small, slim, white-skin body with long dark hair that covered half her body. Like the hair of a princess, he always thought. Like the women he used to dream of as a child. She did not move. He gently laid down next to her, the towel loosening around his waist, moving slowly, aware of her vulnerability, lying naked there on the wrinkled bedclothes. Their skins touched. “How are you?” – he whispered after a time, removing slowly some hair from her eyes. Their noses almost touched as she opened her eyes, dark and hazy and beautiful. For a moment they were just staring at each other as if in a dream. “Fucked to pieces” – she said softly, and a silent, happy laughter started spreading all over her body…
They were so happy.
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