In the cozy warmth of the room, Estelle lay on the bed, her fingers intertwined with his, a dreamy halo in her eyes.
The late afternoon sun was warm and soft, carrying a touch of lazy mystery as it prepared to hand over the sky to twilight.
She was so lost in his kisses that tseemed to dissolve.
Jonathan suddenly sat up, his lips lingering on her ear, his voice husky, "I had a blast as a mercenary, but what about the days
spent with me?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEstelle's gaze cleared slightly, a hidden smile in her eyes, itchy from his kisses, she couldn't help but dodge playfully, "Mr. Lamont,
can't your heart be just a tad bigger?"
"Can't!" Jonathan nipped at her collarbone. "Spill it!"
Estelle stared at the ceiling light and murmured, "What do you think?"
"Are you happy?" Jonathan looked down at her intently.
Cradling his face, Estelle was sincere, "The joy you giveis unparalleled!"
That coaxed a slow smile from Jonathan, "I'll work even harder!"
"No need, it's already wonderful!"
"Hard work can make it even better!"
That night
When Sylvia returned home, it was ten at night. She had escaped an afternoon cocktail party and various activities, having made
an excuse to leave early.
She flicked on the lights in the foyer, leaning against the wall, her eyes scanning the dim, silent living room, suddenly feeling a
wave of ennui.
Pulling out her smartphone, she hovered over a certain contact, tapping to open the chat where she'd invited him for coffee a few
days ago.
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