No, Im afraid alone, lets go together
She followed him as a long-awaited guest, embarrassed, nevertheless, with every step, hiding under her shirt her round, good shoulders and a feminine body with light dew-moles, a paired decoration of her thin collarbones. Leah quickly dressed in the bathroom, brushing away the fragile remnants of such a calm, serene sleep. And in a rapid succession of silence and caressing, they chose the closest places at the dinner table along with love desserts. Starting gradually, with only one spoon, they enjoyed Dannys treat, vanilla ice cream with a few colorful chocolates in a crunchy soft praline. Served in large glasses, the viscous, chilled sweetness slowly touched the tongues. A light, dripping drop of ice cream again and again gave the barely stretched, milky lips a pleasant redness. More brief was the time spent in the hallway quick, curly butterfly wings kisses; lips that, opening slightly in the heat of embraces, touched, warming each other, as if in the most frosty winter, near a high toilet with movable, opaque mirrors. In a couple of movements, having tightly tied her white scarf in a long, mutual revelation, he pulled a plaid-linen shawl from the shelf, wrapping it in several sliding turns. And everything was almost ready, but something else was missing. Leah leaned her body forward, gently leaning on Daniel, and her tender lips touched his cheek. The sticky, garnet gloss cooled infinitely perfectly on her scarlet, thin mouth. Her golden, wavy hair shimmered, on which droplets of light girlish breath would soon be imprinted.
For a few pleasant two hours, the winter wind depicted a cold, metal door and two young people who were waiting for a taxi, embracing, as if in fear of the slightest separation, in the midst of an unprecedented snow blanket. Still feeling each others scents, they gave them to the chilling, January air.