Chapitre 142: Tender love and affection

For a long while the two of us lie there, limbs entangled, the heat of passion slowly leaving us, replaced by the cool breeze of the night and the lulling scent of roses. I cannot tell how long we stay there, listening to the eerie hum of night-time creatures, the air swimming the sullen calls of a lonely eagle owl. But the dark outside does not shift, remaining a foreboding blanket of twilight, hues of purple and deep blue shining in through the canopy outside.

At last, Soren hums a little, breaking the sleepy silence between us.

"You are beautiful," he murmurs dotingly, rolling us onto our sides to place a tender kiss on top of my head. "Everything about you is just so perfect."

At this I scoff. Me? Perfect? He must be joking.