The next morning Cookie woke up early again. He enjoyed the feel of Fiona in his arms, even in their present not-so-good situation. He hated to wake her up and that they had another tough day of trekking through the jungle. Fiona had just about broken his heart last night with her words. She was trying desperately to hold on and be brave, but Cookie could tell she was struggling.
The situation wasn’t ideal. Fiona wasn’t at her best, hell that was the understatement of the year, but Cookie was still drawn to her. Even smelly, sweaty, covered in dirt, and suffering from withdrawal from who-the-hell-knew what drugs, Cookie thought she was amazing. He gently eased off the ground and removed his arm from around Fiona’s waist and got up. Cookie slid a lock of hair off Fiona’s cheek and tucked i
