The violent movement inadvertently swept the coffee on the table to the ground.
The black liquid splashed onto the white silk dress like a dark rose in full bloom.
His ragged breathing matched his cool lips in the scented room. I responded to him with the same passion.
I could never say no to Clement.
His voice was low.
"Windsor, I love you."
I suddenly opened my eyes. A sharp pain in my stomach made me fall right down.
Yes, my name was Katherine.
Windsor Quill was the woman Clement couldn't have.
He seemed to sense something as well, his eyes regaining their clarity as he rubbed my hair.
Then, he lit up a cigarette.
Clement cupped my face and locked eyes with me.
He said, "Katherine, marry me.
"Katherine, let's get married."
I was overwhelmed by his sudden words, but he clearly didn't need my answer.
He made a quick determination to have the premarital check-up the day after tomorrow.
Then, he told me, "We'll get a marriage license after the check-up."
The pain I had just felt eased.
I lay on the bed, circled in his arms, feeling his breath.
I finally got the person I had loved for ten years. I should have been happy, but there was always a bitterness in my heart that was hard to ignore.