Don't think I didn't want to call you that morning.

Don't think I didn't want to call you that morning.

The language of the glances is figured, where the wind would be witness of the romantic couple, the eyes never lie, but now that they could do what they want, something made the blonde Lucrecia, never want to separate from those arms with which Jeff ties them.

-What? -The blonde asked him while she drew a smile of pleasure before his strong gaze.

-Nothing pretty, let me help you with the zipper, can I? -He asks her while the blonde Lucrecia blushes.

-Yes you can, cutie," she says in a romantic voice.

Lucrecia turns around, sighs, and feels Jeff's soft hands run down her back, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

She turns her head to see him, and her gaze tells him more than a thank you, even though she is no longer intimately close to him, but they both know there is something more, she enters the dressing room smiling at him.