Sweet breakfast (4)

They calmed their breaths while focusing on the last quivers of pleasure, both with their eyes closed and their bodies in close contact.

Vera was still on that damned table, hugging him tightly and wishing to never let go - even though she rationally knew she had to, at some point. She just hoped to delay that moment a little longer, until her rational part took control again.

Neven, on the other hand, was pecking her forehead, cheek, and temple, memorising every detail of her expression. His body was satisfied by that short intercourse, but he couldn't care less about it. What he was focusing on was how his wife was content as well, and that made him deeply happy.

He loved seeing her relaxed, clinging to him. If he made her pleased, she would return to him. It was as simple as that, and he had the impression there was a wall in between them he couldn't understand. As if she didn't want to let him in his heart.

Why? Because of what he was?