She is beautiful. She is beautiful in every way imaginable.
She was reluctant to reply to my statement, "My dear… I adore you…"
Her soft linen blouse was colliding with my multicolored poncho. A smirk tugged at my lips as she shot a blank glance at me. My black gloves scurried their way to her chin as her expression was stiff.
"Why do you love me?" she asked softly.
I slipped her glasses off of her boney face. I pressed my index finger on her chin to tilt it up to my dry lips. Her dark eyes narrowed when I pressed my lips on hers.
She strived to struggle, but I slid my gloves off and pressed my left hand on her lower back. She then indulged into our engaging kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. She tugged at my hat and pulled it off.
I nuzzled my head on her neck as she ran her small hands through my shiny black hair. No one could interrupt this… not even the Count…