As Ophelia washed the pots at her kitchen sink the evening air, that she felt coming through the opened kitchen window was refreshing and most soothing, to all her senses.
As Ophelia watched with smiling eyes, as Ethan’s car parked up along the side of the pathway, near to her kitchen window. She could feel her heart, happily beating faster in time.
In time to the inner arousals of her internal and most romantic emotional self. There was an extremely pleasing sense flowing in the night air.
Ethan, had always expressed a gentle nature and a natural flow of being, within himself, that showed his ability to just make Ophelia feel so, very comfortable within herself too.
Everytime she saw him, she just melted inside. Like a wonderful after eight, melting on her tongue. She couldn’t get enough of those passing glances that were often exchanged between them. Whenever Ethan visited the neighbourhood. He had a beautiful soul and warmest smouldering brown, puppy dog eyes. Those puppy dog eyes were to much, for Ophelia to resist. As she often feel herself falling into them, each...