Just a lil' extract taken from
Roses are Red.
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"Jane?" I said, plopping on our bed, the sheets soft like velvet, and crimson, the colour of blood, which I always seemed to find ironic.
She closed the door, and in an instant was right behind me, choosing to crash onto the bed next to me.
"Yes, darling."
I turned onto my side, to face her, and twirled a piece of blonde hair that had fallen from her bun, around my finger.
"Are you happy?" I asked her.
Instantly, she sat up, and leaned towards me, crashing her lips against mine. She then leaned her head against mine, and spoke, as I regained my breath.
"With you, of course."
