Good heavens, how lovely she is. Can purity only be cleansed by purity? Even as a roué, he suddenly felt sacred and noble. He puffed out his chest for no reason, feeling as though their relationship had taken a qualitative leap forward. He was no longer just paying for a woman's company... This wasn't some casual fling to satisfy temporary boredom anymore... A far more noble term surfaced in his mind... love. It was clearly love. This was all about packaging... Even if the essence of relationships between men and women was the same, they still needed exquisite packaging. Otherwise, how could the millennia-old obligation of human procreation be passed down? Childbirth and parenting were so painful and costly. Without some self-deceiving, beautiful illusions, wouldn't humanity be even more tragic?
He finally couldn't bear it any longer and, his breath coming in ragged gasps, pulled her firmly into his embrace.
He could almost touch her very soul... so scorching hot...
