By the time the sun burns red and low in the sky, Trin is all too ready to get with Gerrick again. He still can’t quite comprehend it, the gunner’s his—he’ll be fiddling with the spark plugs or repadding the brakes and the memory of last night will hit him so hard, he almost reels beneath it. His hands tremble to dwell on their s*x, his lips still feel their kisses, and the longer the shadows grow, the more anxious he becomes. Sure, the gunner’s been gone all day, as Aissa so maliciously pointed out, but whose pallet is he going to bed down in tonight?
Trin works until it grows too dark to see and he has to squint as he rebuilds the engine that doesn’t belong in Gerrick’s truck. He keeps on, though, until the Christ bells ring out when the sun finally falls from the sky. The bells hang hi
