Faust took Elizabeth’s hands off of his nape, and broke free from the kiss. What has gotten to her? Why would she kiss him just like that? Before he was able to reprimand her though, her body leaned to him, sliding down slowly. He grabbed her by the waist before she fell on the marbled floor.
Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly and steadily.
“Elizabeth. Elizabeth!” Faust called her as he tapped on her cheeks lightly. He took her wrist to check her pulse. It was beating slowly.
“Damn! She must have gotten really stressed.” He sighed and decided to carry her in his arms to her room upstairs. He didn’t even had a hard time carrying her. Her lithe and fragile body weighed like a ten-year old’s.
He was on the top step when he
