In her dreams, there were no longer blurry, mosaic faces, but the scene of Peter lowering his eyes and asking her if it hurt.
The man tilted his head to look at her tenderly, with unbreakable tenderness in his eyes.
Eyes met.
The man slowly approached and pressed his body towards her.
The light pink thin lips slowly moved closer with his movements. She stood there in a daze, feeling shy belatedly and closed her eyes silently.
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