Gentle (1)

After dinner, Vera realised she had eaten too much.

And she had sipped that white wine continuously, especially when she had felt a little nervous because of Neven's proximity. By the end of the dinner, they had finished the bottle and asked for another one.

Her head was spinning, and she kindly refused dessert because she - really - couldn't eat any more.

The place was hot, and she felt a little thirsty.

«Would you like to take a stroll in the city?» Neven said, noticing how her eyes didn't stop on anything for too long.

She was distracted, and she had moved the neck of the dress because she needed air. Unfortunately, not to seduce him.

«The city is a littie... uhm...» She didn't know how to refuse without making him leave. She did want to take a stroll, but not on a crowded and warm road.

She needed peace, at that very moment.

«How about a park? Oh, the garden in the place where you stay is so cool, right?»