It took longer than normal for his mind to process what Alice was saying, and even so, Thomas couldn't keep his eyes off the puddle of water now forming on the bedspread. "No, I mean yes," he answered without thinking. "I mean, no worse than usual. I just had an unexpected visitor
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"A box. A key. Coordinates," Thomas answered, prompt and repressive. He didn't want to think about it. Dru had told him it could burn, and his hand went unconsciously to his lips, to the memory of her kiss, a kiss that burned. And from the memory of the kiss to tangled sheets and whispered words.
"And you know why things burn me. You shouldn't be wasting your time asking me questions you already know the answers to." Thomas tossed the shipping labels into the trash can and moved to the coffee maker, pouring himself a cup.
Oh that was the limit. Alice had limits and that was it. She could put up with not knowing stuff and not seeing stuff and letting him work it all out for himself and just help as much as she could, but this was a line. Alice crossed her arms and channeled all her strength into one very pointed look.
"Don't you snipe at me Thomas Raith, you know exactly what I'm asking. This is from Dru. I want to know why it's gonna burn you. Or do I already know the answer to that too?" 'Cause if she did, that changed a few things. Significantly.
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"And you know why things burn me. You shouldn't be wasting your time asking me questions you already know the answers to." Thomas tossed the shipping labels into the trash can and moved to the coffee maker, pouring himself a cup.
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"Don't you snipe at me Thomas Raith, you know exactly what I'm asking. This is from Dru. I want to know why it's gonna burn you. Or do I already know the answer to that too?" 'Cause if she did, that changed a few things. Significantly.
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