HIS WOMAN
FIRA’S POV
I tiptoed, initiated the kiss. He responded to me. That was different from all of our kisses because the slowness, the gentleness, the affection, the admiration was fully sensated. His hand went to my neck, caressing it while opening my uniform. He would probably do that because we were going to swim.
He moved down, grabbed my thighs, and lifted me. Our lips were still flued together when we jumped to the cliff and felt the coolness of the water. Pyro laughed at me when I hugged my own body and chilled.
"The color in your face faded." He chuckled, swam towards my back, and fused my hair together in his hands. I had no idea what his trip was. He was combing my hair with his finger. After that, he put all the strands on my right shoulder.