Chapter 34.
Kane didn't wait. He reached out, his hand cupping the back of her neck, and pulled her in. The kiss wasn't the tentative, sweet thing of a high school romance. It was desperate and deep, tasting of the desert's salt and the night's fire. It was a seal on a contract they both knew was being written in the margins of time. For that moment, the illness didn't exist. There was only the heat of his lips and the solid, living weight of her in his arms. A soft click-whir sounded from the shadows. A young photographer, who had been lingering near the back, stepped forward as they finally pulled apart, breathless and dazed. He didn't say anything, just handed Kane two Polaroids that were still developing, the colors bleeding into focus. The first was a shot of them at the altar, holding han
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