The room echoed with the girl's loud and chaotic exclamations...
Laughter and noise alternated, making it seem like a chaotic situation. After a while, the laughter and noise all changed in tone, becoming soft hums, tender murmurs...
...
After a joyful time, both of them were sweaty, and she curled up in his arm to sleep.
Gavin Graves was actually somewhat of a neat freak, but now holding her, even with the mess around, he felt reassured and his heart was full.
The sticky sweat didn't feel dirty, rather it had an intimate mingling of scents, like... like shedding decorum and politeness, revealing the most primal reactions of a being.
Falling in love with someone, perhaps, is because we fall in love with ourselves when we're with them, so real, so natural... therefore we should cherish it more.
If we lose our beloved, we also lose ourselves.
Gavin Graves hugged her tighter and kissed her gently.
She seemed to be in a dream, mumbling dreamily, "Gavin Graves... I like you..."
