At least even if she couldn't live for a long time, She will die from the memories of spending good times with him.
She knew that she was being selfish but she couldn't help it.
Jason watched as her breathing quickened, He watched the movement of her chest as it rises and falls as she stared at him, Her eyes were focusing on him and her lips were parted as if they were inviting him to kiss her, His sweat girl is so beautiful and innocent and he wanted to do thing's to her to ruin that innocent.
"How do you feel these days?." Jason asked as his thumb rubbed her lower lip feeling her moist breath against his thumb.
Amila gulped softly to soothe the sudden dryness in her throat.
"Better, I hadn't had any relapse in the past three days."She replied, feeling his thumb rubbing the corner of her mouth.
