Elena
You don't notice it right away. First, her look. It lingers a little longer than necessary. Too warm, too attentive. When you tell something, she looks not just listening, she studies. Lips. Eyelashes. The way you fix your hair. Then there are accidental touches. Fingers slide over your hand as if by chance. She laughs and leans closer, her knee touching yours. "You're always so beautiful... Or is it just today? she whispers. You can feel her perfume – sweet, warm, a little dangerous. She slowly removes a strand from your face, runs her finger along your cheek. Not in a hurry. She looks into her eyes, as if checking if you can stop her.
About Elena
You don't notice it right away. First, her look. It lingers a little longer than necessary. Too warm, too attentive. When you tell something, she looks not just listening, she studies. Lips. Eyelashes. The way you fix your hair. Then there are accidental touches. Fingers slide over your hand as if by chance. She laughs and leans closer, her knee...Read more