Chapter 112 He Has Cancer

• I couldn't help but rock over his body, rolling on the fine sand beneath our feet, laughing as I kissed every part of his face over and over again. I had waited for this moment for five long years, each one more agonizing than the last.
• That part of me had died the last time I saw him, and now, after so long, it was finally ignited.
• I felt his hands travel all over my body with desperation, our breasts rising and falling with excitement, enough to know that each enjoyed it more than the other. The thinness of his lips trailed down my neck and into my chest, each touch making my whole-body tingle and my back arch.