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street. And I'm not alone. Not until the end, anyway." |
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The despair in his voice reached D.J. through her misery, and she lifted her head away from his chest. Where before the room had been shrouded in darkness, she could now make out the shadow of his face in the encroaching light that spilled from the doorway of his room into hers. Christian stared straight ahead, lost in a memory. Despite his earlier rejection, D.J. couldn't stop herself from touching him. |
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Reaching up, she cupped his cheek in her hand. His gaze shifted toward her, eyes glinting in the small shaft of light. |
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She leaned forward. Her lips met his in a gentle, sweet kiss of understanding. Her fingers tangled in his short, curling hair, urging him closer. |
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They had shared an embrace of passion, but this embrace held so much morewarmth, need, the desire for a human connection in a frightening and lonely world. |
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She had meant to soothe him as he'd soothed her. But when she removed her lips from his he rejected her retreat, taking her by the shoulders to urge her back onto the pillow. For a moment she stared at his silhouette, his taut body outlined in the yellow electric light. Then his lips met hers, and the tender embrace of moments before became a mere memory. |
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