[They kissed and kissed and kissed some more. Soft and open, vulnerable and filled with everything. Ianthe had never expressed such before except with her sister, and even the was different than this. Was it Babs that made the difference? That didn't make sense considering how much he loved Coronabeth. Why would this--
Ianthe drowned her stray thoughts then, holding Gilia close as she enveloped her in the bleeding wound that was where Gilia's love had struck with the precision of an assassin. She wasn't sure how long the stood there kissing by the painted sea before Ianthe pulled back.]
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Ianthe drowned her stray thoughts then, holding Gilia close as she enveloped her in the bleeding wound that was where Gilia's love had struck with the precision of an assassin. She wasn't sure how long the stood there kissing by the painted sea before Ianthe pulled back.]
I take it you like the painting. Let's sit down?