Who is here with you?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Who is here with you?” he repeated, harshly this time.
“You are.”
“What is my name?”
“Reyes
I have to know"
"What? What do you have to know?"
"What you taste like." Another step.
What happens when you know?" she rasped.
"I stop wondering. Stop dreaming of you every night, thinking of you every minute of every day." Another step closer. "I think you wonder, too. I think you dream of me and wonder. You hate yourself for it. You hate me for it, but you cannot stop.
Well, boo, how does bacon sound?”
“Bacon sounds great, but you can’t call me boo.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not a rapper, and I’m not your shorty.
I thought that I’d found my new favorite hobby—watching Tristan cook anything at all.
“Bev has this really great frilly pink apron,” I told him. “What would I have to do to get you to wear
it while you cook for me?”
“You don’t even want to know, boo,” he said.
That effectively shut me up again.
That's crazy. Are Witches the one who help the big fat man get down the chimney too?"
"You know it, girl.
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