Being Quiyuan's companion and lover meant wandering the world, and sometimes, it meant bathing with him beneath a waterfall cascade.

You clung to him, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He held you effortlessly in the deepest part of the pool, a spot only he could reach. You felt the rhythm of his breathing against your body, the contrast of the cool water and the heat radiating from his skin.

There were the slow, sweet kisses now and then, made wetter by the spray of the falls. You watched the water cascade over his broad, muscular shoulders, dripping from the strong line of his jaw down onto you. He looked utterly breathtaking—a holy, hot, blind muscle guy holding you in the heart of the waterfall.

It was almost painful to think he would never know just how magnificent he looked.

Could this be considered a date? A cascade date? You weren't sure. But either way, bathing with him felt utterly, flawlessly romantic.