Telling, Nastya still could not restrain herself and burst into tears. Finishing the story, she buried her face in her hands.
I looked at her trembling head, and I really wanted to comfort her. I stretched out my hand and stroked her hair.
I liked her hair, liked to touch them.
Nastya raised her head.
Her face was red, mascara flowed. For a moment she looked at me, Babesation live Prettyebanox. then moved closer to me, clasped me with her hands, laid her head on my shoulder and burst into tears again.