Her kiss was gentle, like a light drizzle, cautious as if carrying an unspoken heartache.
The man's body visibly trembled for a moment, and Summer Sutton could clearly feel his stiffness.
Instinctively wanting to push her away, yet his hand, already lifted, froze in mid-air.
Why could he feel the intense bitterness in her kiss?
Summer Sutton was still kissing him, arms wrapped around his waist, body pressed against his, kissing all the scars on his body.
Actually, the injured parts of the man's body, aside from his leg, had long ceased to feel.
Summer Sutton's kiss didn't really alleviate the pain, instead it was like a flame, igniting him bit by bit.
Summer's face was still buried in him, her attention absorbed by his scars, and at first, she didn't notice anything.
But as she continued kissing, she suddenly felt the bathroom getting warmer.
