Chapter 35: Anniversary of His Death

His desire hadn't cooled yet, but Nixon Walker knew Mckenzie Looske was hurting more. He let go of her hand, helped her sit up, and bundled them up together under his quilt until there wasn't an inch of space between them. She melted into his chest, their bodies pressed together with no space between them. "Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" At his words, Mckenzie cried even harder. She buried her face deep in the quilt, pulled it tight around her face, and only little, ragged sobs escaped her before...