I will make you live a thousand years again

His eyes were dime and his lips without prattle, ivi... who was just standing and staring, she's used to fainting ones shocked but this time she didn't fall, she only sneezed and imagining...

"Do me a favor"..

what! what favor? she couldn't even speak and roman understood her state In a minute... his hand trailed down her cheek and he lowered his head and the next minute their lips melted together..

Liam cleared his throat and everyone who was staring just dismissed including baby who followed Bathsheba and went away...

His lips were cold and his hands were searching. ivi squeaked, she wanted to scream...to scream..... to Shout..... run... to be afraid and angry.. but his breath was comforting, his usual sigh when she kissed him back..

the same way he'd always make her feel.. loved.... wanted... needed.. desired.. appreciated... beautiful..