As Lukas's lips meet mine in a tender, passionate kiss, my heart soars with relief and happiness. It feels like our entire journey has led us to this moment, where we can finally put aside our differences and come together as one. His hands move gently across my back, pulling me closer still, as if he's trying to absorb every inch of me into his touch. I respond in kind, wrapping my arms around his neck and losing myself in the feeling of being so close to him.

My cheeks flush deeper at the compliment as I kiss him harder, wanting more of his lips on mine. The taste of rasberry is still there, mixing with the familiar flavor of him that seems to linger even when he's not in my mouth. "You taste like home," I whisper against his lips, feeling a pang of longing wash over me as our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and passionate with each passing second.

Shit! She curses under her breath as she feels the cold water hit her skin, making the plastic of her pvc catsuit cling even tighter to her body. Panic sets in and she begins to run across the lawn towards her father's house, hoping to find shelter from the sprinklers. By the time she reaches her destination, she's soaked through and shivering violently.

Days pass with no sign of Vanessa returning to apologize or make amends. Her father continues to call the police whenever he thinks there's trouble between Cliff and himself. Eventually, Vanessa's father gets tired of this back and forth and decides it would be best for her if she moved out entirely.

Vanessa packs up what few belongings she has left and moves into a small apartment near the city. She finds a new job at a local coffee shop and tries to start over, leaving the drama of her old life behind her.