i would prefer to show you . ( she crosses her arms and turns her torso slightly to look around , at the pile of empty chairs— and she smirks . ) how long will this remain empty , my love ?
following the redhead’s words , saskia remains silent for several long seconds , tilting her head . coming second— as if that were even a possibility . she finally uncrosses her legs and , using one hand to grip the bed for leverage , »
« the woman’s cheekbone— clear , yet affectionate , & she continues , “ this man is dead . and you’re here— and you’ll remain here . so i'll say it again : if you’re still up for it , there’s room for more . i’ll enjoy it even »
looking up at the redhead , there is no immediate reaction ; expressionless , she merely gestures vaguely with the hand holding her cigarette toward the dead man on the ground .
“ wasn't the intention , honey . ” he just pissed her off »
covered in blood— let’s just say she got a bit carried away . regardless , she sits down on the ground and lights a cigarette .
maybe to see you , maybe for you to see me ... there's a few things coming to my mind when i look at you .
never , ( she quickly replied , and another kiss was placed . and another ; a faint smile between them , her free hand holding onto her waist just to pull her close . )
i could lie to anyone , but not you .




























