"Alright," Anna Jadwin agreed readily, "but I will start my vacation tomorrow."
She couldn't stand staying here for one more day, one more hour, one more minute.
Wayne Bailey stiffened, his eyes filled with the dark mockery of his thoughts.
He wanted to see her, for just one more day, one more hour, one more minute…
"Your body hasn't recovered yet." He held her close, breathing in her scent, greedily cherishing every second.
"Staying here will only make my recovery slower!"
Wayne Bailey laughed coldly; as it was quite the opposite for him. If she left, would his body ever recover? Would the wounds in his heart continue to fester and rot…
He was afraid to let her go, fearing she would never return. Gripping her tighter would only make her vanish faster.
Anna Jadwin felt too uncomfortable in his grip, and patted his back: "You should rest early."
"Stay with me tonight." His hoarse voice sounded like a child's, and his body burned unusually hot.