The tilt of the dark head - and the chest was no longer burned by a gentle kiss. Callie's breath hitched. She wanted to ask for mercy. Don't care about pride. She is unlikely to stand a repeat of what happened last night. Her body will simply burn. Together with her heart. She dodged a kiss on the lips, broke all over, arched and... saw a butterfly in a strict frame leaning against the wall. A stunning butterfly.