It would not be the stiff yet laggard motions that would keep Serena awake on this evening. The origin of this would lie in the ferocious tapping of a mad author set before a modern Remington clicking away in passion. Although she found the sound to act as a sort of white noise to the space around her, she was unable to find rest in the absent side of the bed left glacial by Paolo’s absence. But as she tried to call towards him as he remained committed to the focus he gave this instrument of literary creativity, she was either ignored or simply unheard and so she slipped from the covers and moved behind him.
Her fingers slid slowly down his shoulders and hung loose over his torso as she supplied a light amount of her weight to his back as he tore the final page of his current spark of ge
