“My strong prince!”
I stop to catch my breath at the turn of the staircase and then I continue climbing. I see the light; the door is open. I keep my eyes on that direction while still kissing her. I enter the apartment with her in my arms, and she reaches over my shoulder to shut the door. The lights are on and I want to look at her.
I put her down and hold her face between my palms. Her nose is red from crying and her eyes say it all. She is beautiful. Her red locks stick to her tear-soaked cheeks. I kiss her face, and she tastes salty. I want to look after her for the rest of my life! I never want her to cry.
“Oh, Csilla…”
“Jamal! I missed you so much!”
I take off my coat in a rush. She pulls me close and lifts her leg like she wants to crawl all over me. I’m about to slip my hand
