"Mila."

“What is it?" Camila responded.

Isaac gently cupped her chin, elevating her face slightly, he leaned down and tenderly kissed her Lips.

He deepened the kiss with fervor.

His intensity almost made Camila lose her footing. Isaac steadied her, his hands on her delicate waist. Her waist was so supple and fragile; it felt as if he could snap it with a bit more pressure.

He carefully lifted her and placed her on the low cabinet by the window. He positioned himself between her separated legs.

The intimate posture made Camila blush.

She bit her rosy lips and hesitantly said, “Isn't it inappropriate to be here... Right?"

Nonchalantly, Isaac drew the curtain closed.

Camila attempted to gently push him away.

"Hold on a moment. I haven't had a shower yet."

"It doesn't matter." Isaac kissed her tenderly, unbuttoning her collar and caressing her body, gently cupping her supple breasts.

Camila bit her bottom lip, her heart racing with excitement as Isaac passionately pursued her.

In that moment, all that mattered was the thrill they shared.

Camila felt so vulnerable, completely surrendered to Isaac's desires.

Isaac was excited.

They had sex with each other.

Twenty days later, a good day was coming.

Only three days remained before their wedding.

The scars on Camila's face had nearly faded away.