Tristan’s POV:

... with a nice candle lit dinner and champagne. I feel very touched.

As we ate we discussed where I was going to put my second place trophy. Enid suggested next to her Apollo 11 Lunar Lander and I grinned (I love the fact she wants to share her personal space with me)

Enid surprises me asking what Isabel was like and if she cried when she won considering she wasn't the favourite.

I reply: “I have to admit she’s cute, not as beautiful as you, but I can’t deny she has her assets, now that you mention it, even though she didn’t cry, I think I saw tears filling her eyes, making them sparkle, as if swimming in the tears.” I stop talking to think for a minute, then continue: “But if you want to see her cry, I could invite her here and give her a symbolc gesture of appreciation, but I would love to, if she cries, to be allowed to wipe her tears. You can wipe them as well if you feel like. What do you think?”

As I massage her cheeks and the contour under her eyes, I notice her beautiful eyes starting to get wet. I mix the massage with gentle caresses with the back of my fingers along the outer corner of her eyes (following the path her tears usually take), massaging again, inviting her not to hold back.

William’s POV:

Anna seemingly involuntarily lets out another low moan of arousal, saying: "I love your strong hands on my body, relaxing me to the utmost and could indulge in their feeling forever, but I'm getting more and more turned on with every sensual caress and don't know how much longer I can hold out." I hear her ragged breath and turn the tables on her (as she had just said she would rather have a massage than make love). I say in a teasing tone: “And we’re not even halfway there, your backside is still yet to receive a massage.”

I wait for her reaction…

William teases me saying he still needs to massage my backside before we indulge in each other's bodies. I smile and roll over imagining all the fun we are going to have after my massage.

As soon as I finish talking I see Jarrod lean in and feel him delicately kiss a few tears from the outer corners of my eyes. He then lifts my head up so my tears can run down my cheeks instead of off the sides before replying. He says how much he loves wiping and kissing my happy tears and streaks.

I silently smile as I close my eyes helping another pair of tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I keep my eyes closed as I indulge in all the sensations of Jarrod's hands on my cheeks.