Helio had been waiting for this moment since the day he realised the possibility of Becca being alive.
With each passing day, his hunger for his love grew more, as he was starved from having her.
Today, Demian had declared war against him, and he knew he couldn't lose her again.
Getting drunk was his way to pour out his frustration, but it also gave him the courage to have her.
Becca closed her eyes and kissed him.
Contrary to the past when she would get butterflies in her stomach, she felt no urge to be with him.
To her, it was like having sex with no emotions so she couldn't care less, however at this point, she couldn't stop.
Sucking her lower lip all the way, their kiss tasted like tequila.
"Ugh! Go brush."
Becca said, but Helio smiled.
He couldn't tell the difference between anything in this drunk state.
Helio stood up, surprising Becca who breathed in relief that she was saved.
