With his free hand he drew the blanket up around her shoulders. He lay still for a moment, waiting for the trembling to subside. It was warm, or rather his hand was cold all of him was cold, he discovered his armpits were creeping with sweat and his legs were quivering the way they always did when things took a crazy turn and caught him helpless and unprepared. He put his arm around her and stroked her back. He wanted to push her away.įinally his face relaxed. That was all right though the lights were out.Īnd she, she kept on sobbing weakly in the dark, her cheek pressed against his bare chest, her tears and her breath burning hot. Hate erupted and flooded through him, gripping his face with jaw-aching pressure. His plans had been running so beautifully, so goddamned beautifully, and now she was going to smash them all.
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