Sophie Sullivan raised her head. Her pale-colored pupils seemed to be coated with a layer of lustrous glaze, a shimmering light flowing within them.
She hadn't expected that after some time apart, Thomas Shannon's sweet-talking skills would have maxed out.
She let out a couple of soft, teasing grumbles and bit his neck. "Tell the truth, who taught you all these sweet nothings?"
"I'm a natural."
"Hmph, I don't believe you."
Thomas Shannon patted her perky bottom twice with one hand. "What do you want for a midnight snack?"
"Are you making it?" Sophie Sullivan raised her head, momentarily releasing his neck.
Thomas Shannon had indeed dug his own hole and jumped right in.
However, if it was what she wanted, he was willing to oblige.
"Whatever you want, as long as it's not too difficult, I'll make it."
"TSK TSK."
Sophie Sullivan, as if she had discovered a new continent, clicked her tongue in amazement. "Alright, who are you? And where have you hidden the real Thomas Shannon?"
