xxxii. Sunset
She's got all of her bags packed, and he's rapidly trying to load them into the trunk. Why do women need so much? Alabaster skin, she replies. He rolls his eyes. If he wasn't such a fervent worshipper of her alabaster skin, he'd say, "To hell with it." He feels like an outlaw. She sits down in the passenger seat, and looks into his eyes.
"Desperado?" she whispers, smiling. He starts the car. His mind flashes to work for a second, but he figures he should actually have a vacation.
Bonnie and Clyde.
Sam and Ainsley. Riding off into the…