She laughed continuously because of him, raising her hand lightly to hit the man's shoulder a few times, "Let me go."
Trenton Smith lowered his eyes to look at her, his single hand grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head as he leaned down and whispered softly, "Don't move."
Norris Moore lay in bed, looking up at him. The man's profound features, in this bright little house, seemed to glow, captivating her. She giggled softly, her other hand wrapping around the man's neck, lifting her head to kiss Trenton Smith's lips.
The man's fingers, pressing on her hand, threaded through her fingers, intertwining with hers; Norris Moore lay in bed, gazing at the man's serene and elegant features, then slowly embraced him.
Their heartbeats and body temperatures merged into one; she felt a touch of peace.
*
Zelda Swallow's illness gradually worsened like this.
