"Thomas."
"Thomas."
"Thomas."
"Thomas."
"Thomas."
"Thomas."
Do you see the hell I live in?
"Thomas."
"Thomas."
"Thomas."
I couldn't take it anymore. I rolled over and informed Harry the various ways he could go do something anatomically impossible.
He grinned. The bastard.
I gritted my teeth. "Do you have to do that?"
"It works, doesn't it? I can't have a knife at my throat every time I try to wake you up."
"That was one time!"
He ignored me and went over to the kitchen.
I sighed, and cursed a few more times.
Little brothers.
Empty night.
