Nikolai fell quiet; brilliance stirring. Never in her life did Evelyn imagine she would meet him, touch him, comfort him; yet here she was doing all those things, but also inspiring him. Of course that was the way it should be, but the truly remarkable was that the world coalesced in such a way as to actually forge this moment; Evelyn was in sheer awe. Within the storm of their chaotic lives formed a subtle pattern that for those patient enough were able to glimpse its shape. She just had to wait. Finally, the waiting was worth it.
His epiphany made her nod, brunette hair falling in front of one shoulder in a most girly fashion. She started to sweep it aside when Nikolai grasped her hand. His lips shot chills up the length of a slender forearm. This great and powerful man was the carved statue of everything she never knew she really desired, and his whispers in the dark struck her heart like the chord of a cello straight to the soul. Before she knew it, she was in his arms, her wild heart bared vulnerable.
She could not wait another night.
His epiphany made her nod, brunette hair falling in front of one shoulder in a most girly fashion. She started to sweep it aside when Nikolai grasped her hand. His lips shot chills up the length of a slender forearm. This great and powerful man was the carved statue of everything she never knew she really desired, and his whispers in the dark struck her heart like the chord of a cello straight to the soul. Before she knew it, she was in his arms, her wild heart bared vulnerable.
She could not wait another night.