That night the couple met. They were just like any other couple, relieved to see each other but the reason was different for Etienne. 

He poured Nandhini a glass of wine, as she sipped from her glass, Etienne could not control his growing urge to reach out to her. Her hair, her eyes and smile still captivated him. Her smell was like the flower that bloomed each night, sweet and inviting.

He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. 

Nandhini held her breath for a moment. He never failed to make her lose her senses and she didn't mind one bit. If only she knew what was in store that night.

Nandhini turned around to face Etienne. Feeling his breath on her face as she lifted her gaze to meet his and their lips met. 

Passion grew between the two lovers, although each had their own version of it. 

In a few moments, the floor was strewn with clothes and the sounds of ecstasy broke the silence of the night.

"This will be the last..." thought Etienne.