Time had dribbled since lunch, but now that they were doing nothing but lying in the shade, the minutes and seconds could stop if they wanted.
She had packed in her bag too, the mp3 player that her mother had given her on her birthday, and the last notes of the song Michi to you All concluded with their gentle refrains, at the moment when Santino carefully slid his hand down the young woman's back, pulling her even closer. The corners of her lips traced her forehead and settled on the softness of hers, deepening into a simple, flat contact, free from the rough caresses she had experienced in the past.
This and only this was what she wanted. Was it too early to tell? Perhaps she could take that intrusive question from Yanai as a point of truth. It was only two weeks that they began to liv
