Black came out breathing hard, his face clenched like he was burning from inside. His eyes were inflamed as he strained his hand over his body, as if something inside him wanted to explode. Speak to himself in a faint voice full of suppression:
Black in a faint, sporadic voice: quieter... Black, just calm down... You'll get over it... Take another one, and... Finish it, leave Celine.
His appearance reflected an internal struggle, his eyes wandering around, looking for a way out of that feeling, until Jennifer appeared. She progressed towards him in tempting slow steps, smiling a bold smile, placing her hand on his chest, her fingers passing with lightness on his tight muscles.
At that moment, Celine got out of the place. I took a quick look at Black who smiled sarcastically with his eye
