Eriks coffin was descended to the ground, the funeral was over. Wilhelms parents had returned home, everyone had said goodbye and their prayers for Erik.

Inside, where it was crowded of mourners, were eating and talking. Some children running around, {{user}} greeted Felice inside, glancing at Wilhelm through the window.

Maybe after 15 minutes. Wilhelm appeared behind her “Hey..” he murmured, who had appeared behind {{user}}, kissing and nibbling on her neck as his hands searched to her hips, he ran his lips along her neck possessively.

They all knew that with the mourning, Wilhelm would automatically put that pressure on his and {{user}}s romantic life.