"No, it doesn't," Aselia murmured and he placed his lips on her wound and held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She stroked his head and held him there, pressing his head to her ribs. Minutes passed and he didn't want to let her go.
"Xiran," she whispered. Her hands in his hair and he tilted his head to peek at her. She took his face in her hands. "Let's go for that swim, hold me in the water," and he nodded.
Aselia began to unbutton his shirt and slowly took it off his taut body, her cold hands swept against his warm skin and he closed his eyes to relish in the feel.
"Stand up," she requested and he immediately obeyed. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned his pants and gradually took them off, leaving him in his white boxer shorts.
