Clear signs of the Spring

VIII 淸明 [1] / [9]

Alexander had the bandages removed from his hands, and Cynthia’s foot was fully recovered. Both of them would have scars for some time, but they would eventually fade away, according to the doctor.

It was Cynthia's birthday, and what a fine day it was. They had a nice dinner in a restaurant with champagne.

"I'll go back to my place. I owe you too much for taking care of me,"

Alexander said.

"Why?" she replied,

"I thought you like staying at my place, especially the bathtub."

Alexander laughed,

"I do. But my house also needs me."

Cynthia looked hesitant to say something.

"I've waited for you to say this but you seemed like you never would."

Alexander was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to live with you permanently. I'm too used to staying beside you. I might not be well if you leave my home."

"Are you serious?"

"100%," she flushed a bit,

"I don't want to watch you packing up to leave me."

He stared at her. Her eyes were sincere. He nodded slowly. He also didn't want to leave her, he just couldn't help talking about the matter of staying with her in her place without paying anything. He wanted clarification.

He settled with her that he wanted to unite his life with hers, just like a married couple. They didn't mention anything about marriage directly though.

Cynthia was sleeping, a little bit drunk from the champagne, using Alexander's arm as a pillow. He could smell from her skin something fresh, something sweet. He turned his body to her. She was wearing a night gown. He untied the strings of her gown slowly and slightly opened the edge of the gown. Her pale breasts emerged into view, which he was used to seeing right in front of his eyes. He wanted to enjoy their loveliness, which was now his own. Without any obstacle or fear, His lips closed in on her breasts and, very gently, cautiously, he kissed them, as if tasting something forbidden. He kissed her on each nipple, and started to lick bit by bit, as if tickling her.