In the middle of the schoolyard, he waited anxiously for her. He searched through the crowd, but there was no glimpse of those beautiful eyes. With each tick of the clock, it became harder to breathe. His heart almost leaped out from between his full, rosy lips.
In the corner of the square, bent over reading a book to the sound of Latin singers, there she was. Beautiful. Honey-colored hair. Skin so soft it was worthy of the gods. Her mouth, her lips, her scent.
- AHH! - he exclaimed and let out a long sigh upon finding her.
Startled, she looked at him as if she didn’t recognize him, but finally inquired about his day. The answer wasn’t pleasant to sensitive ears, but with the sweetness of her voice, there were no problems that hadn’t been solved. Each piece of advice sounded like birdsong.
Each day away from her killed him, as if succumbing to an innate desire. Something he couldn’t describe was the strong urge not to kiss her right there, at that moment. They were controlling themselves to avoid giving in to the desire that consumed them. Until one of them stood up and, at that moment, ...
She ran out. She looked back. Seeing that he had lowered his head to cry, she turned back. She pulled him by the arm and said: "I hate you! Why did you betray me and now pretend to love me?" - and he kissed her.