In this new bloom of trust, Anne fit perfectly under his arm. The hug of hollow ribs against her side as they walked, Trenton ran his hand over her sweatered arm in an effort to warm her. To return her to this side of vibrancy with his contact alone. But he could still detect the sluggish nature of her steps when they breached his bedroom, which was blessedly clean. The same stark lines as the living room, the new age playboy condemned to his blacks and whites.
Trenton tilted his cheek against Anne's crown with a brief smell to her hair, appreciative when he pulled back one side of his bedspread for her to climb in.