'…wh, why doesn't he say anything?'
Hugging her, he didn't speak, but instead kept stroking along her waist. Finally, just when she was about to break the silence, he opened his mouth.
"Are you mad?"
"Are you just asking or you don't know?"
"Sorry."
Silence followed again.
Katarina hated this silence.
It looked as if the silence were to continue, a crack would occur in the relationship.
And she didn't want that.
Even though something hard to skim over had happened just a moment ago, she still loved him very much.
He was already a part of her life.
There was no way she could just rip him off of her and throw him away, out of her life.
So Katarina, as a sign of reconciliation in her own way, put her hand on the back of his hand, which was stroking her waist.
He stopped moving.
Instead, he kissed the nape of her neck. Katarina flinched, but luckily she didn't make any strange noises, or more embarrassingly, moan. Stroking along her back again, he spoke.
