Olivia wandered through the house. She knew it was spring because the windows were open, the lingering scent of hyacinth in the air. She was grateful that, in spite of everything, she could still smell the flowers. She always did love them.
She stepped into a quiet and sun-filled room. She watched as Simon hunched over a table, his chin in his hands. Peter sat across from him, practically a mirror image, as they both studied the chess board.
After Simon had left to go home Peter and Olivia went up to Peter's bedroom where he stood in front of Olivia as they stared in to each other's eyes.
Peter's hands trembled, unable to undo her buttons. She smiled and covered his hands with her own. "I'll do them, darling," she whispered against his lips. He nodded, watching as she slipped off her blouse and pressed against him. Her skin was cool and his hands trailed down to caress her hips.
She shifted as they lay together in bed and she cupped his face. "I'm glad we are together," she said softly, her eyes poring into his. She nodded encouragingly as he leaned up, their lips brushing tentatively. A groan rose in his throat as their mouths met.
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