She's not angry with him.

 

This what he saw in her mind, eyes and lips.

🫂

☘️ ☘️

👄

Green cupcakes au chantilly et fraises being bitten, nibbled, savored and loved by her delicious lips.

She slept like a little angel that night, with one eye half-open, the mountain its a spooky place and wild and dangerous animals live there, and with the other closed and dreaming of her love.

What she saw and what she felt when she succumbed to the temptation to venture into that strange, delicate, sensitive place.

A strange thought led her there, a strange thought that made her mind and body tremble.

What led her there?

Curiosity, search, knowledge? Temptation, pleasure and satisfation?

Did she kill the cat or just made a passagem in that place to see what her her wanted to see?