He sits her on his lap like a little girl, caressing her hair with one hand and reading a book with the other.

She sighed, feeling a deep calm, as if the universe had stopped spinning and no one else existed on this planet anymore, playing with his shirt buttons, slipping her fingers from time to time through his holes, groping his hard and smooth muscles.

She sighed again, summoning his attention and murmuring, "Why do I feel this way when I'm near you?"

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation, and a sullen smile rolled from his lips:

"I was coming to you to quarrel with you, to...