"No, this is not a dream. I'm here, and I won't leave. If you don't believe me, feel it for yourself. I have body heat. I can hold you, and you can hold me. This is not an illusion, it's real…"
She leaned in and embraced him, and as she spoke, tears began to fall. Capone gently stroked her thick, soft hair, soothing her with a soft voice, "Don't cry, it's my fault, Sophy…"
A sigh-like nickname, a sigh-like kiss.
Their lips met again, tasting the salty bitterness of each other's tears, turning and entwining in a lingering kiss.
Sophia remained straddling him, following his lead, moving to the source of the warmth, slowly sitting down, fully enveloping him.
He closed his eyes, his breathing unsteady, and all the blood in his body surged to that place. Every sense was overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation she brought.
