Chapter 8
At the edge of the area where the steam of the Mill roamed stood an abandoned wall above some abandoned stories. Currently, it had the function of storing Selina's attire.
She would get up there by a ladder that stretched from the back of the wall and, afterwards, take some stairs that were enthusiastically spiral. At the top was her so-called suit (which Bruce heard Selina refer to it as such in her witty response to a homeless womaniser). Its sight resembled a latex suit, but it certainly was not that tight.
How her hair swirled in the wind and how the rain wetted it! Bruce had to restrain his urge of revealing himself then and there and throw himself into Selina's arms much like she did whenever she desired; he wanted to hold her and kiss her whilst the chill swelled them up from all angles and sides. He wanted to hold down her hair and watch her closed eyes delved into ecstasy. Then, the vision numbed: the cold had infiltrated too much of his brain.