They're just two completely unrelated strangers.
She didn't think she could sit down and have a good talk with a stranger.
"Itchy, huh?" Thomas Shannon suppressed a laugh, lightly scratching the mosquito bite on her neck. "It's tough to endure, right?"
"Don't touch me." Full of disdain.
Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, "I'm helping you."
"No need."
"Then in the spirit of Snowball, let me serve you?"
Sophie Sullivan felt something was off and looked up, "Thomas Shannon, do you not understand human speech? Do you know what 'get lost' means?"
"I've already asked Charlie River to take Snowball home. It's getting late, let's go back too."
He picked up the bathrobe with one hand and draped it over her, tying the waistband naturally and then holding her hand quite naturally.
The touch of her skin was delicate and smooth, her tiny hands soft like boneless, incredibly soft.
