Jairus rolled his eyes," How does my race matter in these circumstances??"
Bothered, he looked at the woman fading harmoniously on his thighs.
Scraping his head, embarrassed, he leaned down, lips on hers, ready to offer her the kiss of life.
Right before he could start the CPR, her warm dark eyes fluttered open.
Worried, she looked up at him, her head still next to his tighs.
Tears were running down his face as he examined her face.
Right as she was about to help herself to her feet, he quickly put his face close to hers, initiating a kiss. His soft breath tickling her nose and his eyes roaming her face, looking for her consent.
Cordelia didn't like love, but at that moment, it was all she felt.
She put her arm around his shoulder and pressed her lips against his. Closing her eyes forcefully, she knew what she did was a big mistake, but Cordelia couldn't stop herself when she felt his broad arms wrap around her waist, stroking her back with so much love like a newly married couple.
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Cordelia in the world of racism.
Non-FictionShe examined the room curiously. All of the personages that were sitting there were white. Their skin was as white as snow, and they all had different eyes and hair. Cordelia smiled at these eccentric-looking people. Back home, she had only seen bla...
