Page 359 and 360 of distorted View extract
She
smiled with a look of concern on her face.
“Is it
the same in the rest of Africa?”
“I am guessing…
no.” He replied…he paused for a moment. “Listen it does not bother me, but can
we talk about something more pleasant. Like kissing; and making love after a
year?” He said searching her face and pausing again after he was now seated in
the driver’s seat.
She
smiled again.
“And then
we can go for dinner later.” He continued watching her beautiful face.
He
stopped at a flower shop and bought her some flowers.
“You see…
better than in Europe, they are fresh from the garden.” He reasoned with her.
“They do
smell nice.” She said receiving them graciously.
He kissed
her.
He
recalled having a romantic evening with her with dinner by candlelight whilst
soft music played in the background.
They
drank some wine during the course of the meal and he dreamed in her green eyes
again, everything was just right.
“So…” They
both began at the same time. He, having just lit a cigarette as he lay next to
her.
“No you
first.” She giggled, as she lay bare beneath the covers.
“No you
first.” He insisted playfully touching the tip of her nose with his index
finger having put out the ciggeratte on the ash-tray that was on top of the
bedside table.
“Okay…”
She said looking at him with her beautiful emerald eyes before kissing his
fingers back playfully. “When are you coming back to Europe?”
“I was
going to ask when we were going to get married in Africa?”
“No Vil.”
She said sitting up.
“Wait.”
He said getting up and taking his camera from the dressing table before taking
a shot at her partially covered body, with her hands in her hair.
She laughed
again.
No comments:
Post a Comment