The slowly opening door revealed a backlit silhouette, and the light in the living room pierced through the thin veil.
Vera stood at the doorway, looking at Lynch, who had already fallen asleep on the bed, and sighed softly.
She couldn't sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could always feel Lynch's breath on her face, the masculine air leaving her restless.
She began to recall the time she and Lynch had known each other and the events that had happened during this period.
It was a magical feeling. She had to admit she had quite a fondness for Lynch and sometimes even enjoyed the seemingly secretive flirting; she liked that feeling.
And today, Lynch brought her another feeling, a sense of security, and the feeling of a real man.
For the first time, Vera understood why people describe needs as "desire"; she gained an insight.
