Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.
She wanted to love him so much that it was almost unbearable.
I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?
You are one of those rare women who look beautiful when they cry.
Do I care about pleasure? Yes. But I don't believe in happiness.
He seemed to be playing hide and seek with himself. It was impossible to understand what he wanted, why he ran after her there, in the street.