How did it even ever get this far?
It seemed so long ago now when we were just there eating crepes and scones to our heart's content…
She'd stare away into space, and I'd be a rickety table's edge across with a smile and just staring at her staring away - the real just desserts for me - just being able to admire and fall for all over again the every detail, both big and small, of this adorable little recluse with a sweet tooth.
I remembered how her hair billowed and blended with the falling snow, that fuzzy red santa hat sagging just right above her brows… and I remember thinking as well that she couldn't have been any closer to happiness than she did right then…
If only I had snapped a picture of her… a half-munched crepe in her hand, a splotch of whipped cream on one corner of her lips, an almost genuine sereness rousing in the calming swirl of her murky gray eyes.
Above most everything else, it was a look, a moment, I never want to forget.
Next part is the final one. I think this is like the most effort I put in an R-18 chapter so far. I do hope you;ll be able to see that being reflected in my words.