When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him.
He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room through the window. After s...
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Reyna went to Ethan's room when Cole was taking a shower. Ethan was standing in front of the mirror and getting ready for the office. She approached him and embraced him from behind. Her lips were drawn down in sadness.
He slowly turned towards her, and inquired, "How's Cole?"
She stared at him dejectedly and shook her head. "He isn't fine. He completely gave up on riding the bike. I don't understand what I should do, Ethan. I can't see him like this." A solitary tear streamed down her cheek.
He wiped it immediately. "Sweetie, he'll be fine. Don't worry. Just give him some time and be there for him." He explained to her, clasping her face.
"I didn't think that God would do this to us, Ethan. I just wanted to reunite him with his mother. Is it wrong to help a mother to get back her son?" As she questioned him, he shook his head. "Then why is God punishing me for doing this? First the accident, and now this. Is this what we receive for doing good deeds?"
"No, Reyna. You're thinking wrong. Sometimes we don't know about God's plans for us. God isn't punishing you, he is just making you strong." Ethan explained to her, taking her hand in his.
"I just can't see him like this, Ethan." As she spoke, fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
"He has gone through a lot, Reyna. Healing from any trauma takes time. You have to be strong for him. At this time, he just needs your support. Just be strong." He made her understand, wiping her tears with his thumbs.
"I'll be strong for him, and I'll heal him with my love." She spoke, staring at Ethan with sheer determination.
"I know, only my sister can do this." He stated with utter confidence and gave her much-needed strength.
***
Cole was buttoning up his black shirt when she returned to her room, and his hair was wet. She admired him, forgetting everything, and a smile flashed on her face as something popped into her mind.
She approached him. "I'll button up your shirt." As she uttered it, he nodded at her, smiling.
His brows arched in confusion as she began opening the buttons instead of closing them. "What are you doing? Do you need me more?" He questioned her, smirking and pulling her closer to himself by grabbing her buttocks.
"I always need you more, baby." She whispered against his lips before kissing him passionately, running her fingers all over his tattooed chest. He devoured her lips, grinding his crotch against hers and setting her body on fire.
As they pulled apart, panting, she suddenly pushed him onto the bed, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
He had no clue what was going on in her tiny mind, so he stared at her in confusion, and she took out her instant camera from the drawer, beaming before sitting astride him.
