he wonders why she loves him & she answers him with a kiss . something sweet against his lips , never - ending / never leaving . this sleuth kneels before him , lips colliding with his forehead . she’s quiet , a gentle wave within this vast ocean ------- her lips curl at their corners , cheeks becoming bee - stung . OH , THIS GIRL IS MADE OF CHERRIES , sweet to the tooth & soft to the touch . there’s another kiss to his forehead , ivories biting into her lower lip as she pulls away , a hand pressing to his cheek . ❝ ———- hello , my darling . ❞ syllables are soft when they meet the air , her voice barely above a whisper ; her thumb strokes the apple of his cheek , this saccharine sleuth becoming an entirely different creature . in their privacy , she sheds her false innocence & adopts a more honest persona . she looses her gossamer & becomes more clear to him . ( she says that she loves him & she means every moment . ) a third kiss is given , this time to his lips , lingering a moment longer than they should . you broken man , she attempts to make you whole . is it working ?
❝ you don’t have to respond . i don’t mind . ❞ she does not mind the silence for she is prepared to fill it . on her tongue rests hours of adventures , tales of her time in the world , of what she’s seen . her hand drops from his cheek to his hands , own fingers mixing with his , taking hold & refusing to let go . ❝ ———- if you’d like , i can tell you of my case in germany , where i looked for the murderer of his prominent heiress . ❞