Giving in to my affectionate impulses, I rubbed my nose into the back of her hair before I stood to help peel her off the piano. When I turned her in my arms, she wasn’t smiling, but there was a softness in her eyes, the gray velvet with contentment. It just about took my breath away. Soft, content Elena. Somehow even better than the weapon of a woman she presented to the world. This Lena was only for me.
