With everything that she's been through these few days, she was willing to let herself get drown in his sweet torture, to live this night as if it's her last with him and to saviour all the sweet sensation and butterflies in her belly.

Tears roll down her cheek, combinations of bitter and sweet. Thanks to the falling water, he didn't notice and kept on kissing her like never before.

There was just something different about his kiss, for some reason, it felt good and passionate unlike the demanding and lust kisses she was used to.

His hands travel up her thigh to her ass, copping it, pulling her even...