Chapter 57

• Lexie's lips started to move with as much vigour as his, her arms coming up to circle his neck, her inquisitive fingers grabbing onto his head of black hair.
• She felt as light as a feather, all her troubles and worries dispersing into the passion of the kiss and all her insecurities washed away with the water that rained down on them both.
• Zheme was soaking wet, his clothes serving as an obstruction to block her from touching him skin to skin, to wholly feel him. It has been so long since she had seen his chest, since she had caressed his bare back. Every time he touched her, she'd always be the one completely naked, giving him the pleasure of exploring her.