This kind of place should not have seen a woman like her; it was his lack of consideration.
He lowered his gaze to her delicate, fair little face, then extended his hand and gently stroked her long hair until her breathing became steady and prolonged.
When Norris Moore awoke, Trenton Smith was no longer in bed.
Taking advantage of her sleep, he had left at some unknown time.
Sitting on the bed, Norris gazed out at the setting sun and thought about how he would return covered in wounds and the stench of blood, feeling a painful swelling in her heart.
When he returned at night, she was determined to ask him what exactly he was up to these days, what exactly had happened during the two months she had been away.
Norris had tried to sleep but couldn't; weighted with concerns, she sat on the bed with her legs hugged to her chest, waiting for Trenton to come back in the evening.
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