The first sun rays made their way through the morning mist, and Neil was laying there, afraid to move.
His dark eyebrows were slightly shifted, and a wrinkle erupted on his tanned forehead.
The head of his beloved was laying on his chest, and, from time to time, he did break his quiescence and fingered over her unruly curls.
Daniel did not sleep all night, unlike the serenely sleeping Candy.
He again unknowingly offended her, did her evil she did not even suspect about!
He again treated her, like a bastard. He could well restrain himself, and did not do what he had done. It remained to wait very little, and it was not so difficult, considering how much he had waited before.
But now, yielding to the momentary pleasure, he again harmed her. For some reason, despite the fact that he loved her so much, he could not do anything to her he could be proud of. Since he fell in love, for some reason, he always 'behaved like a real scoundrel with her', as she once said.
She could not seduce him, because she was innocent, and he knew it. He knew perfectly well that Candy understood absolutely nothing and did not want to understand the conventions and rules of a high society. But he knew it perfectly well!
Neil remembered that feeling from childhood, when he, trying to catch a bright butterfly, squeezed his hand too tightly and the fragile wings of a beautiful insect were broken.
He wanted to be with her, to feel her warmth, her skin so much that he just could not even tell his beloved that she had to go to her room in the dark of the night.
Then he did not want to wake her up, and eventually the morning came, and they were together.
In the afternoon, this fact will be discussed throughout the house that is what is disgusting!
Each maid will find it necessary to gossip about it.
Neil sighed and softly shook Candy by the shoulder.
'Candy, get up. Get up, my kitty.'
The girl's eyelashes quivered, and she, waking up from sleep, embraced him even more.
Daniel tightly embraced his beloved, cursing himself for being forced to wake her.
He kissed her sleepy face and whispered again.
'Get up, sweetheart. It will be better if you return to your room until everyone wakes up.'
Candy opened her eyes.
'But why? Why cannot I stay with you?'
This was the only thing he wanted now!
Neil sat on the bed and found a nightgown. He began to dress Candy as if she was a child.
'Believe me, to be with you, this is what I desire most of all,' he smiled, but his eyes remained serious. 'But it's for the best. You probably also do not want everyone to talk about we spent the night together.'
The blood poured into the girl's face, and she pressed her hands to her cheeks.
'I ... I should not have come. I…'
She just realized what she did. But was it really wrong that they did so if it was so good? How something that beloved people do together could be something dirty? Why is this so blamed before consecration by marriage?
'Stop it, stop, silly.' Neil put his arm around Candy and held her close to him, kissing her hair. 'I love you so much! I'm so glad you're with me! Do you hear my heart?'
The girl hugged her beloved by the neck, and they were sitting, embracing, just enjoying the closeness of each other.
'There's just too many bystanders in this house,' Neil whispered after a while. 'I want them to mind their own business.'
He threw his dressing gown on shoulders, picked the bride up in his arms and, after looking out of the room and making sure that there was no one in the corridor, quickly reached Candy's room.
Daniel laid the girl in bed and covered her with a blanket.
'Sleep, and we'll be together just in a few hours!'
He wanted to stay so much, but he had to leave.
When Neil was walking back to his room, one of the maids saw him.
Later, in the kitchen, she shared this news with Maria and Anna.
And Violetta, who was cleaning up Mr Daniel's room in the morning, reported that she saw washed blood stains on his sheets, which he most likely tried to clean in a shaving dish.
It was all very, very funny.