In the faint light, their gazes collided in the slightly cool air.
A moment's pause.
Without a clear view, she still knew who was standing outside.
Glenn Hutchinson.
After a pause and adjusting her vision, Flossie Wright finally saw him clearly.
In his training uniform, drenched throughout, his epaulet distinct, from her angle, she could clearly see his eyes, deep and calm, a straight nose and thin lips, but only vaguely.
"Not sleeping?"
Leaning forward slightly, Glenn Hutchinson asked.
"Can't sleep."
With one arm encircling her knees, Flossie Wright replied indifferently, neither cold nor warm.
After a pause, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his gaze to look at her, and followed up with another question, "Has the fever come down?"
"Yeah."
Her response was casual.
Knowing her boundaries, Flossie Wright didn't want to get too close to him.
But—
Glenn Hutchinson unzipped his jacket.
One side, fully unzipped.
