This was still six years ago. Things weren't like that at the time. The bright, hot summer sun burned the capital. Dripping sweat sings that it’s time to eat something cold and go to a place secluded from the sun. 

Despite the high temperatures and sweaty body, John still can't help but want to hug you, despite your protests. It became even hotter, and if he hadn’t doused you with water, things would have gotten worse—your soul would have simply gone away.

• ah.... God! Water! - you groaned contentedly, relaxing, feeling how your sweaty neck, chest and legs were doused with slightly cool water. A smile appeared on his lips, as if drunk in ecstasy.