C25 A Demure Hypocrite
His kiss was like a dense net, but also like a tempest. Urgent and crazy.
It carried unwillingness and anger, as if she was going to pour all of the years of suppressed emotions and yearning she had not forgotten into this kiss. It was as if only by doing this could the lonely and long-awaited heart be comforted.
It was a terrible feeling to fall in love with a woman. Especially