The air, for a brief moment, was still.
Thomas Shannon turned his head slowly, his dark eyes shining like obsidian.
They were as mysterious as the unfathomable depths of a breakless ocean.
His true emotions remained indecipherable and elusive.
"What did you say?" His deep, magnetic voice whispered in her ear.
Sophie smiled and reached out, playfully pinching his beautifully curved chin. "I said, could it be that you've fallen in love with me?"
Thomas Shannon placed a hand on her forehead, his brow furrowing slightly. "Still not awake? Or... have you gone mad again?"
Bastard!
She swatted his hand away, flinging it aside.
Sophie was furious that he would say she had gone mad.
Humphing coldly, Sophie decided she wouldn't speak to him again until after dinner.
She served herself a bowl of soup and, holding it with both hands, sipped it delicately.
The soup was thick and flavorful, and Sophie soon finished the entire bowl.
