The warm night wind blew across the entire riverbank.
In the two white cars on the shore, the orange lights were quietly closed.
Under the night sky, the two cars were quietly hidden under the shade of the trees.
"It's raining!"
Hearing the howling wind outside, Hilla rubbed her eyes. Just as she opened the curtain a little, she was dragged back by a big hand in the next second.
Bruce hugged her tightly in his arms and lowered his head to kiss the back of Hilla's fair neck.
There was a hint of laziness and hoarseness in his voice. The man said in a low voice without opening his eyes. "It's better if it rains. It's more comfortable to sleep for a while."
He was comfortable. They had sex in the car half the night, and she didn't know if the people in the next car heard them.
He clearly knew that the injury on Horton's leg had not healed yet, but Bruce had gone too far in doing this. He has no regard for Horton's feelings.
"But the rain outside is heavy."
