going back home

She stands on the bank of the Erwell with her back to him, her arms around her shoulders. Cloudy and gray, the river rolls heavy leaden waves, and the same clouds are dragged across the sky by a sharp, gusty wind. The red strands of her hair, her long bangs flutter as the only bright spot in this colorless landscape.

She is wearing a light gray dress. She is cold - the end of October ... why is she dressed like that? He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. The girl turns. She is very calm, almost indifferent. The face is a beautiful mask. She rises on tiptoe, reaches for him… he feels the touch of her lips… His heart beats muffled, heavy, measured, as if a pendulum from an iron core is accelerating in his chest. What will happen when it accelerates? He responds to the kiss, closes his eyes to drown in this wonderful sensation ... Lowering his eyelashes, he sees tiny orange tongues dancing in her pupils, in the very depths.

Her teeth bite his lips, the tongue slides i