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XVIII

> He panted end kissed her with more severe.

> She tried to desist but he mozzled her speech by blocking her tongue with his own.

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> He press more against her.

The woman brought her slim fingers into his hair as soon as she heard his kisses move to the niveo neck. She sighed.

To keep them away, only his arms stretched out, forming a bridge between his armrests.

> He panted on her chest.

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He didn't know if her begging came from the need to have him on her or from the hindsight of keep him away.

They heard the steps behind the door and tried to redial. Adrien stood by the window.

> Bernadette's festive voice surprised everyone. The woman approached the box and took one for herself and one for the other boy.

Bruno asked.

> He said it slowly.

> the happy lady noted.

> The real recognized.

Antoinette and Adrien smiled at each other by sharing a fleeting look.

> She got out of the sofà.

> She took her under her arm and went in the night room.

While helping her friend prepare for the night, she was just smiling.

> She asked curious.

> She became red.

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She knew she was hypocritical, but she had to pretend until the end.

> She took the guilty look.

Antoinette turned to her friend.

> She looked at her with mistrust.

> She started torturing her fingers for nervous.

The princess, seeing her lady's behavior, could understand what she was hiding those days.

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Bernadette burst crying and collapsed on the ground, on her knees.

> She sobed.

The princess took pity on that vision.

In the end, all she had to do was thank her because of that tip she found a way to be with the guy of the market.

She approached her and put her hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

> She lifted her face and smiled at her gently. They grew up together and she understood the heavines of the guilt that Bernadette felt on, but she didn't have to, everyone would want to help their family.

Bernadette got up and squeezed her hard in a hug.

> She cried.

> She smiled to comfort her.

The lady took her distance and looked at her with an eyebrow up.

> Cross the arms to the chest.

> She made an embarrassed resoline.

> she pointed her finger at her eyes thinning.

> She seemed to have had an epiphany. > She said convinced.

> She shaked her head. She failed, she couldn't keep it a secret.

> She Sighed.

> She said with a smart look.

> She laugh. She couldn't exactly lie to Bernadette.

> She pointed her out.

Antoinette snorted. She was terrible with the secrets.

> To get out of that embarrassing situation, she kicked her out of the room, she closed the door behind herself and sighed defeated.

She should have protected the identity of the young.

But in the end, what's the point? She would never report the one who worked so hard for her family.

She took a breath of relief.

As she wore her night robe, she noticed that her bed blankets were different from what Bernadette usually put on.

The panic took over. If Bernadette had seen... if anyone saw the stain of their union...

She hurried up and saw the sheet was clean.

She was in a total panic. As she was running back and forth in the room praying and thinking about all possible versions of what happened in her head, she was captured by a movement in the night. She approached the window and looked at the lake.

She saw a blonde foliage under the moon rays, saw the shirt thrown down near the boots. She became red.

What was he doing? Why did he undress there?

She was supposed to tell him about the sheets. There was a chance he'd thought of it without telling her. She was hoping so.

She went to the front door and came out into the big green space.

The closer she got, the smooth back he took shape. He was standing up, maybe looking at the stars, just dipped until his waist and he was handsome.

The more she looked at him, the more she fell in love.

She came to the shore and he turned his head off because of the steps. He smiled by seeing her.

> He went back to turn his back to watch the sky.

> He looked at her and stretched his hand to invite her to join him.

Antoinette was as excited by the beauty of words as the person who had spoken them. She hesitaded for a moment, but not because she didn't want to join him, but because she would wet her night dress.

> He reassured her.

Did he read in her mind?

She took courage and laid her hand on the palm of his hand.

> She let herself drag in front of him.

> He whispered as soon as he had her right at his nose palm.

The wet robe was on the water and surrounded her like a floating cloud, the bust, fortunatly still dry, was in contact with Adrien's n***d chest and one hand was on it, at the heart's height, the other still held by his. She felt the free hand of the boy stroking her side to approach her without too much irritation.

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She watched him smile and nodded in response.

The more he looked at her, the more he realized that maybe the sky had decided to give him a second chance, and this time he would play clean cards, without lies or plots to hide his heart.

Maybe she was the reward for getting all those locked doors in the face, she who recovered it from the rudels of her own guilt that he thought was buried, but those suffering had never really gone. And her, princess of more than a kingdom, daughter of the king and his dreams he thought were lost, he sweats on her forehead that pushed him forward, medicine for his willpower. And he who felt stronger just by looking at her, felt he had to improve that world if she had to live it, he walked in life, for better or for worse, hoping to keep her by his side.

No more pain, no more fears, just the courage to really love.

> He put a slight kiss on the tip of her nose.

She was his lifeguard, his happiness found after years in a pitiful dark, on the corner of life, where depressed waited for death. Now, not anymore, because of her, the anger had vanished, even though she made him feel guilty of his way of living unregulated, alcohol and women, he felt infinitely rotten in her eyes, but who knows why she loved him and if she sweeten the look, gave him the illusion that he could be worthy of her. She made him better, and it was okay to stop thinking about vices, indeep she said nothing about his life as a thief, about his being against the law. Did she realize that it gave him the thrill he needed to live? Risking life is a good way to feel alive, especially if it does for good reasons. When he was drifting his sword, he felt a fearless hero, when he saw the happy faces of those who helped, he felt like flying.

He was no longer the same as a few hours ago, than he saw her but couldn't and couldn't touch her, but he repeated himself that it was normal, indeep are the emotions that change us and he had felt unscribble emotions with her.

Was it an illusion or the reflection of the water really showed them two in a hug?