C52

"I know, I don't know either …"

He raised a wisp of a smile and began to slowly move. His actions were deep and gentle. "But these past few days, I've been thinking about you, thinking about your eyes, thinking about your little mouth …"

He chanted in a slow and low voice, as if he was reciting a poem. He held her waist, and his eyes that were as thick as ink seemed to suck her in