Resting his palm on the sofa, Nathan Leafcastle slowly lifted himself up. Feeling a tugging force at his chest, he looked down to see that Sally Dalton had already undone one of his buttons.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, bending the supporting arm back and tilting his head to kiss her neck, while his other hand reached over to touch her shoulder, pulling her dress open.
"Nathan, you…"
His movements startled Sally Dalton.
The man didn't speak, just bent down to kiss her body, her voice turning into a low, soft moan.
Reaching her hand out, she gently turned off the floor lamp.
In the living room, it went dark.
...
...
While embracing her, Nathan Leafcastle's mind repeatedly flashed with scenes of Vera Wave, her angelic and serene sleeping face by the window…
Tightly holding Sally, he vigorously moved through her.
"Vera, I love you."
A moment later, Sally Dalton's breath gradually settled.
"Nathan, what did you just say?"
