If we're really going to have children, Summer Sutton hopes the reason for their birth is purely out of love, without any other purpose mixed in.
Adrian Walyon buried his head on her body, kissing here and there, already starting to take off the clothes on her.
For the past couple of days, when he wanted to do this kind of thing, he just went straight for it, without bothering with any precautions.
As soon as he removed Summer Sutton's clothes, he was ready to rush straight in.
As Summer Sutton stepped back, her back pressed the switch for the hot water.
The showerhead burst out water instantly, drenching them both.
The freezing cold water, when it hit the body, felt like ice shards; Summer Sutton didn't even have her clothes on.
She shivered several times in Adrian Walyon's arms, curling up into a ball from the cold.
Adrian Walyon wanted to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, but Summer Sutton's hand pressed down on his arm.
