Chapter 34: Night

He had no idea how much time had slipped by; Nixon Walker still hadn't looked away. He didn't speak or move. He simply watched Mckenzie Looske, as if a priceless treasure had been placed before him. Her tousled hair spilled across the white pillow. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes glistening with tears. Her pink lips, like a night-blooming flower, seemed to light up the dark and make his head swim. He reached out and brushed his fingers over her lips. Her lips were soft and springy, like jelly, as...