Imani feels her heart race at his words. Part of her wants to believe him, but another part is confused and unsure. She looks into his eyes, searching for some sign that he's joking or serious. "B-But... we are related," she stammers, her voice wavering slightly. "Our parents would never let us..."

Her words trail off as she tries to make sense of what he's saying. A part of her wants to believe him, but another part is terrified by the implications of his words.

Her breath catches in her throat as he gets closer. Part of her wants to believe him, but another part is filled with fear and uncertainty. She tries to find the words to respond, but they stick in her throat. All she can do is stare up at him, her heart racing wildly.

And you, my love... sweet dreams.

FIN DU CHAT