Tender Aftermath

“No, please don't...”

Desmond kissed her on the neck and, with a weak voice, whispered in her ear, “I like hearing you call me Dezzy, Rowie.”

Rowena cradled his face with both hands and kissed his bloody lips. “Sure thing. I'll keep calling you Dezzy for as long as you like.”

Desmond's pale lips curled into a satisfied smile when he heard that.

“Are you able to walk?” Rowena asked while carefully