Plenty of food and water had been prepared.
Before starting their journey across the desert, Thomas Shannon put Sophie Sullivan in the car, and she changed into long pants and a long-sleeved shirt for sun protection.
Sophie protested, "It's hot."
Thomas Shannon gripped her chin, his handsome face gradually drawing closer until the tip of his high nose gently brushed hers. Then he stopped.
"The heat isn't the point. Don't let your delicate skin get sunburned."
He adored her snow-white skin; it was as smooth, delicate, and flawless as an exquisite porcelain doll.
Sophie pulled her head back, creating some distance. "Don't we have sunscreen lotion?"
"Physical sun protection is better, understand?"
Thomas Shannon lowered his gaze, his eyes sweeping over her. A roguish smile played on his sexy, thin lips. "Do you want to do it yourself, or do you need help?"
Help? No, thanks! She had hands and feet; why would she need his help?
