Lily busied herself in the kitchen, deep in thought. The conversation she had had with Zola kept spinning in her head. Two hands slid around her waist, creating a tidal wave inside her.

- You seem to me immersed in your thoughts, am I wrong?

She swallowed before continuing.

- Zola moved me, I'm really happy to have been able to talk to her, she's a strong person.

- Yes she is. He asserted, brushing his hair away.

Lily sliced ​​the rest of the tomatoes carefully and felt his hands come to hers. She shivered and couldn't help but close her eyes giving free rein to exotic thoughts.

- She...