Wyatt's voice was deeper than usual when he got emotional, "Baby, hold me tighter."
The little girl who was just being fierce was now completely soft, her voice also soft, "I have no strength left..."
*****
After eleven o'clock, separation anxiety entered its final stage—acceptance of reality.
Wyatt was blow-drying his hair in the bathroom.
Rae went to hang up the umbrella, then fetched a gift, "Wyatt, stretch out your hand."
Wyatt turned off the hair dryer and stretched out his hand.
She placed the jade Roshenge into his hand and then bent down to kiss the jade, then his hand.
"Have a safe trip."
Wyatt turned off the bathroom light and led her back to the bedroom.
"Do you have work tomorrow?" he asked, his hair only half-dry, his eyes astonishingly bright.
"No."
Tomorrow was the weekend, and Rae had nothing to do.
Wyatt patted the edge of the bed, "Sit here."
She obediently sat down.
He kneeled down, lifted her nightgown, and kissed her waist.
