"Can't you consider the fact that I've waited for you for five years, hmm?"
Pedro Langley spoke softly, the last nasal sound rising with a hint of assertiveness and a bit of coquetry.
Weirdly mixed together, yet not awkward at all.
"..."
Nora Scott didn't make a sound.
Her eyes were open, and in her line of sight, he was so close that she could see his pores clearly.
Her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't say whether it was good or bad, just staring at him, her gaze moved from his jaw to his lips, nose, eyes, finally stopping at his eyelashes, long and thick, with a few tips even touched by melting droplets, crystal clear.
She remembered the feel of those lashes on her palm, so light, tickling as they blinked, like the softest feather.
She didn't speak, making Pedro Langley feel empty and uncertain, completely unaware she had drifted off.
