[…] She licked his lips. They had the taste of peace and rain, and a confession that she had not dared to do. He smiled a smile that was intended to be as withering as his eyes and he combed his black hair with his fingers that fell over his eyes as he was sleeping and dreamed of her cherry smell and flowers on her naked body… so in love he was reborn through her eyes…♥

From Midnight Tales by Bia Esmer