Holly awoke in an infirmary bed. “So what’s its name?” Trey asked from across the room when he saw that she was awake.
“Her name is Anna Marie Parke.” Holly whispered, fingering the medical wire around her wrist.
“Nice name.” Trey commented but it fell short.
“How many times are you gonna do this to me?” Holly asked in a whisper.
“I didn’t mean … um … your neck. I’m sorry.” Trey walked toward her bed but she wouldn’t look at him.
“How many more times … are you gonna lose your temper? How many more times, can I take it before you kill me?”
“I won’t. I love you.”
Holly stared up at him, tears in her eyes. “Then stop putting your hands there.”
“I can’t kill you, Holly.” Trey reassured her.
“We’ll never be sure though.” She turned away from him and he climbed onto the small bed with her, kissing her slowly. “You must know the nightmares you bring back … every time you touch me.”
“No more then.” He pulled away from a kiss.
“No, that much I can handle.” Holly giggled, turning so her lips met his.