A kiss on the verge of magic. That's what I thought when the guy's lips became more insistent, and the movements more confident. The former lightness, which a few hours ago was with us near the entrance, disappeared somewhere. Everything has changed. Flashes of light blinded my eyes, and when I closed them, the fantasy immediately threw up a memory where Danya comes out of the bathroom in one towel.

Kiss on the verge of hunger. So it will be more true. The greed with which our lips touched each other was intoxicating. It seemed that we were not standing, but were already floating somewhere above the ceiling, and hugs...