" So close, so close at hand, so damn beautiful. Galadir breathed deeply of the sweet smell of her hair and stroked her cheek. Her skin was warm. No, it was boiling and slowly he withdrew his hand, trying to hide the burning sensation he felt.
She stared at him with a look that let him out of breath.
«I don't like women who want to lead, as you are.» "

― Chiara Cilli