Art of DesireArt of Desire
She entered each room as if she were opening it for the first time. A single lamp burned in the living room, rows of novels darkened the bookshelves, and candles flickered quietly in the corner. The dining room smelled of wood and wine, and the bedroom smelled of fresh linen that retained the warmth of the morning. Every space in the house seemed to respond to her mood. Christina took a sip of wine, and the tart depth of the drink spread through her body, warming her from within. She stopped at the large window and stared into the distance for a long time.
She entered each room as if she were opening it for the first time. A single lamp burned in the living room, rows of novels darkened the bookshelves, and candles flickered quietly in the corner. The dining room smelled of wood and wine, and the bedroom smelled of fresh linen that retained the warmth of the morning. Every space in the house seemed to respond to her mood. Christina took a sip of wine, and the tart depth of the drink spread through her body, warming her from within. She stopped at the large window and stared into the distance for a long time.
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