Chapter 60 It Wasn't A Dream!

• Norman.
• While Yvaine sleeps embraced by me, while we lie on the soft carpets in front of the living room fireplace, I can't stop looking at her. The last words we both spoke had stolen my sleep; I wanted to run away with that woman in my arms and shout to the world that she belonged to me, body and soul. I didn't care that we were naked.
• Well, actually, I didn't care that I was naked. As for the beautiful siren I had by my side, only I could have her like this, naked in my arms. Only I could know how she tastes, how her body smells, and only I would know how tempting, enchanting, and beautiful she was, both inside and out, for the rest of our lives.