It was a silence, so thick you could almost taste it, a bitter reminder of the emptiness that consumed him. “But only people you trust.”
“Trust me, Larry,” she said, her bright eyes locking onto his with a conviction that made his pulse race for different reasons now. He knew one thing for sure: he would never forget her. The first had been at a red light with a brown delivery van next to them. The sound of glass being cleared away from the broken window was the first sign of progress. You’re not alone in this.”
A nod, almost imperceptible, was his reply. He complied, his gaze lifting to meet hers, a tumultuous sea of blue that had weathered far too many storms, only pausing for a second or two when he looked at her tits. “We’re just going to get you cleaned up.”
She could feel the slump of his muscles, the way his body hinged on giving up, but she propped him up with a strength she didn’t often have cause to use.
