C35 Proposal of Marriage(6)

The small face under his hand, covered with the curve of the rising and falling of his hand, her breath in his palm, her eyes blinking, her eyelashes brushing the tips of his fingers like a butterfly about to fly away, to fly away, to fly away, to make one involuntarily want to catch it.

She guided his hand from her forehead to her eyebrows, her straight nose, her slight, moist lips