“She was on her side, the ridges of her ribs, the profile of her flat stomach and the lay of her heavy breasts illuminated by the snake-armed lamp on her nightstand. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose in peaceful waves. A wheeze like a slow air leak from a tire passed through the small crack of her lips. She had her legs pulled up and a pillow lodged between her knees. When Desmond eased his arm from around her waist she made a face, twisted her head, but then fell back into a deep sleep. D...esmond’s heart stopped for that moment when it appeared she would awaken. He paused and then moved from the bed with a grimace on his face. He stood over the bedside watching her for a moment before putting on his boxers and tiptoeing to the living room.He regained his normal step as he entered the living room, went to the Venetian blinds that led to the patio and peeked through the slats to outside. The black sky was dotted with stars and a swollen moon, the street lamps cast a bright light down on all the parked vehicles.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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