Silver Thread-III

Dominic always find himself fascinated to see Rose’s smile. Her beautiful eyes will curve down, her lips will soften and her cheeks will turn pink. He also loved to see his own reflection on her green eyes, finding himself to be caged in her eyes weren’t a bad thing at all.

He lifted her chin and Rose’s eyes closed as she knew they would kiss. In the past she would have looked at him in confusion but now her acceptance flattered him over the moon.

His lips gently caressed over hers. He gently rubbed her cheeks, his long hands caressed the back of her ears. With his problem solved now, he believed Rose was in a better mood yet like earlier, he would find her staring into nothingness, appearing to be pondering on something deeply enough to be lost on her own thoughts.

“Is there still something in your mind?” He coaxed, gently parting her lips with his tongue.

Rose’s pink cheeks turned redder, “No, nothing. I just feel that everything is surreal. It makes me feel scared that if I clos