he tracked the soft inside of her upper and lower lip with the inner rim of his , trying to memorize the shape of her mouth . he had been ripped in two , and he was expected to live each day like everything was normal , clinging to the hope she 'd come back to him . `` why are you not in my bed , woman ? '' he seemed really into having me come though . '' his fingers were steady , but there was sweat dripping from his forehead . and here he came in his mercedes . 