Marx kissed Amaya passionately. Amaya responded with eagerness. Marx's lips curled up. His Aya was a fast learner. She kissed so well that he couldn't have enough of her.
Finally, Marx broke the kiss while he was rational and could still restrain himself.
"Let us watch the stars," Marx said hoarsely as he let Amaya nestle on his chest. They lay down on the tent's air-padded mat.
"The stars are extremely bright tonight, Marx," Amaya murmured as she gazed dreamily into the night.
"Do you know you are the brightest star of them all? The one that would never lose its brilliance."
Princess Amaya laughed hard. "I can't believe you could say such cheesy words."
"And when did you learn the meaning of cheesy, ha?"
"I heard it from classmates," Amaya said casually. She looked at the myriad of stars that twinkled like the fireflies from earlier.
