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Antoinette disengaged from that grip and stood up from the chair.
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The blond fell off the ground and looked at her trying to figure out if there would be a "but" waiting for him with a dagger.
The woman put the candy box on the couch and approached Adrien, and she hugged him hard, holding her arms around his neck.
> She whisper in his blonde hair.
> He squeezed her too, and he bounced her for waist.
> She relaxed even more in his strong arms.
> He couldn't believe it. Did she forgive him?
> She sighed by laying her head on his cheek.
It seemed that the heart of the boy explode.
He'd never felt so much joy in his whole life. He held her more.
> The princess joked.
> He let her go and get her face back in his hands and start kissing her fast anywhere in her face.
She laughed and he felt the face painted with joy.
> She managed to block him and look him in the eyes. >
> He joked about that stupid rumor and in doing so he lifted her up by holding her.
> she laughed with all her heart again.
He did as he was told and Antoinette sat back as she kept laughing with her hand on her chest.
Did she ever laugh until then?
Now that she felt all this joy, she wondered if she'd ever been really happy in her life or if she was just this time, happy.
> He picked up the book from where he left it and took it back.
> She turn it into her hands before leave it on her knees and dedicate herself to her beloved Maccarons.
> She asked the young man who sat on the arm of her chair.
> He stole a dessert from her box.
> She was afraid to be too intrusive but she wanted to know everything about him.
> He didn't lose his face relaxed, almost as if he wasn't talking about his parents and his family.
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> He turned his back on.
> She whispered with melancholy eyes.
> He made a laugh.
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> He ate another dessert.
> She was even more afraid to ask him about her, she noticed how sad he was to mention her.
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Antoinette saw him squeeze his fists and turn his eyes down, so she took her hands to his hands to pet them and let him loose the grip.
> She looked at him gently.
Adrien didn't want all that heaviness. He was happy that he could talk to her, that he had ventured and released from the weights of his life, but he didn't want to be sad anymore. She was there, she was beautiful as hell and hers.
He took the book from her womb and started to peel it.
> He read out loud.
> The woman said, abducted for the unusual choice of that poem.
> He explained
> She found herself whispering involuntarily.
Adrien was shaken by that thought, closed the book again and brought his face closer to the embarrassed one of her.
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They kissed again, this time softer.
> He pulled up with his back again and he looked at the rough pages.
> She sang it smiling.
He spread several poems before he found the right one for his lady.
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Antoinette took the book from Adrien's hands and put it on the wooden table before them, along with the few left macarons, she went back to look at him and caressed him with both eyes and trembling hands, and kissed him inexorably in love. Slowly, gently, like the calm waves on a white, deserted shore.
Adrien closed his eyes and bent over her, he laid his palms on other armrest to hold and hold her prisoner under his body.
He let her kiss.
> the young man whisper hard to breathe.
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