tempting to swing his legs o

through his teeth as the torn

rs were ruined, stiff with dried mud and his own coagu

s," he ordered, not

es, marched over to the small, rickety c

pants that belonged to her ex-husband. They were p

ched out, pinching the waistband betwee

s garbage," he said f

. "You're a fugitive bleeding on my m

opped the sweatpants and r

d loss. He fumbled with the heavy silver buckle. The me

t it. It di

rustration radiating f

he spot. He gave a sharp tilt of his head, a

t. She took a step back. "I a

cking smirk. "Are you a puritan, or j

red, burning away her embarrassment. She st

etal buckle with both

ectly over his exposed stomach. Her warm breath

His Adam's apple bobbed. The air between them su

ly brushed against the warm

city shot up her

ck, the buckle

She grabbed the waistband of his ruined trousers and gav

spreading down her neck. A low, d

back, humiliated. She s

lick, severed piece of plastic z

ot out from

lance. A blinding spike of pain erupted in her lo

out completely. She fell back

shot out on

augh

ctly into the hard, warm expanse of his bare chest. Her

er seamlessly. His bare

his gut. He lowered his head, his

hispered, his voice thick wi

ion. She planted her hands on his chest, r

ing against metal echoed

t door u

ncing a steaming glass dish in her han

ped dead in

red at the bed. Elsie straddling a half-naked, inc

mouth f