Her lungs still feel like they're on fire, and she's half afraid to try moving, for fear her knees might buckle. She takes another grateful swig of juice, clearing the sand from her voice, and sets the bottle down.
Padding her way back to the bed, she stands at his head, combing her hands through his hair.
"I think you're a bit of a bad boy yourself, Tommy Gavin."
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"Happy, then?"
Her lungs still feel like they're on fire, and she's half afraid to try moving, for fear her knees might buckle. She takes another grateful swig of juice, clearing the sand from her voice, and sets the bottle down.
Padding her way back to the bed, she stands at his head, combing her hands through his hair.
"I think you're a bit of a bad boy yourself, Tommy Gavin."