𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒌 {EDITING PROCESS}

3.𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤

Fanny felt soft kisses stroking her skin. Fingers strolled along her as if touching porcelain. The woman turned to her husband and smiled at him.

"Good morning beautiful" Roger whispered to her and kissed her.
"Good morning."
"You were amazing tonight." Roger insistently kissed Fanny's throat. She wrapped her arms around his body and began to moan slightly.

Few hours later, Fanny was already on her way to work. Making love was a great pleasure for Roger. The two had gone through so many bed adventures that he could write a book.

"Adam. Can you bring me the book with my notes from the warehouse? "The woman asked. The bell of the door was heard. Fanny lifted her head and her face brightened. It was Emma. The beautiful artist from the exhibition.

"Emma. Hello. How are you? "Fanny asked sweetly and went to the blonde. Before two days the two both had the opportunity to get to know each other. Yet Fanny did not think she would ever see her again.

"I am very well. You? I understood from Henriette that you had a small shop and I came to look. "Emma smiled warmly at the woman.
"Fanny, I do not find the book ... Hello," said the boy to the newcomer and looked at Fanny.

"See the top shelf. I'll go out for a walk, "the lady told him, then looked at Emma again.
" So we're going out? I know a great restaurant nearby."
"With pleasure. I'm starving."

Both held a profound conversation about art in Europe and America. After the art, they went to the literature and eventually concluded that they both had a lot in common.

"I did not know that François Sagan was your favorite," said Fanny as she watched Emma.
"You too. Among all her books I like the most "Aimez-vous Brahms?" and "Bonjour tristesse.""

"According to me, the daughter was responsible for Ann's death. I also liked the movie very much. Especially the scenes with Deborah Karr. But unfortunately, I have not read "Aimez-vous Brahms? Which slightly annoys me." said Fanny and sipped from her glass with cold water.

Emma narrowed her lips as if to make a puppy's eyes. A few minutes later her eyes widened and she continued her conversation with Fanny.

"I'm full." The brunette laughed after they both left the restaurant. Emma grabbed her hand and led her to somewhere. Her skin was so soft, without any flaws, thought Fanny as she looked at her friend's hand.

Emma stopped in front of a cosy looking bookstore. As soon as they both came in, Emma called the name of a man. After a while, there was a thumping of books, and an elderly gentleman with a white beard appeared.
"Ah, little Emma Dumont. How are you sweetheart?"- the man asked, squeezing the blonde's hand.

"Very good, Mr. Ganio. I'm coming for a book, "Emma said, and smiled at the man.
"Of course, of course. Which one? As you can see, I have everything."

Emma approached his ear and whispered something to him. Ganio was shaking his head up and down, and the only thing he said at last was "Wait."

For a few minutes the librarian came back, shaking, holding a book in his hand.
"I found it. It was in a corner and barely able to find it. "The man handed Emma's book. The blonde asked him for the price, but Ganio refused to be paid.

Emma asked him for a pen, wrote something in the book, and thanked him sincerely. As the two women went out, the artist handed the little book to Fanny. It was "Aimez-vous Brahms?"

"For you," said Emma ​​and smiled broadly. Fanny was like struck by a thunder. Not for the first time someone was giving her a present, but it was so spontaneous for the first time.

Emma did not know Fanny as well as Roger or Fanny the blonde. Her heart was full when she realized the book was for her. One gentle gratitude wrenched out of Fanny lips.
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"I'll be back on Sunday. I love you." Roger kissed his wife and headed for the airport. This is happening so often that Fanny got already used to it.

The door slammed and Fanny was alone again. She reached for the phone, but something stopped her. Whether she did call Adam, who would come to her like a puppy and make love to her.

Fanny remembered Emma. Yes, Emma was going to make her company. But no. That would be awkward. The two had met two days ago and only today she saw her again.

The brunette returned to her place. The book layed beside her. Fanny smiled foolishly at herself and took it in her hand. The woman saw that, with a beautiful handwriting, it was written, "May this book bring back the happiness in your life. With love Emma"