Again, a bout of unrestrained passion.
After the act, wrapped in the blanket, she watched the man turn his back to her and take clothes from the wardrobe to put on.
The air still carried the lingering notes of intimacy. She felt groggy, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, almost lulled to sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when someone gently shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Philip Shaw sitting by her side, looking at her.
She raised her head and looked at him.
"I'm heading back." His palm tenderly rested on the crown of her head, his tone warm and gentle, "When the corneas arrive, I'll personally come to find you."
At the mention of the corneas, her blind right eye involuntarily throbbed with pain once more.
Feeling a sense of weary despondency, she wasn't in the mood to talk to him any longer. His task of visiting her was complete, and now she just wanted him gone so she could clean up in the bathroom.
The sticky sensation made her very uncomfortable.
