Later that night Katrina sat on the bed in the tiny room in the attic Aunt Lydia had assigned them. Richard came to her and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.
“We made it. Against all odds, we have arrived,” he said, taking off her blouse. His lips moved across her bare shoulders, leaving a tingling feeling.
She watched him take off his own shirt and admired his naked chest, although she had to suppress a cringe at the sight of the ugly red scar on his ribs. The scars would forever remain as a reminder of the ordeals they had survived – together.
“Thank you for saving my life,” she said, pressing kisses on his torso.
“I should say the same.” He grinned at her, stepping out of his trousers and joining her on the bed.
Katrina leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his body and th
