Noel ducked to the lower cabinets – a percussion of pots and pans clanged into each other.
“Are you intentionally trying not to listen to me?”
His head popped above the counter. “I resent that. I’m a great listener. Just ask the TV.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Alright. I had…”
Noel heard her swallow and he suddenly wanted to knock himself out with the frying pan.
“…relations…with a mortal, Tommy.”
He ducked again, this time from embarrassment. He groaned silently, wishing she’d turn and walk away before she said what he knew was coming.
“It wasn’t quite the same as it was when I was human. It didn’t—”
“Please you, yeah I got it,” he blurted. “Please, for the love of God, stop.
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Emily smiled mischievously. "Your engagement was a rainy day occurrence? Afraid she would say no on a good day?
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She sipped the tonic. Her face puckered again. She gagged, covered her mouth and mumbled in disgust, "Oh my God!"
"I said it tasted better, not great."
Abby continued to force the sour tonic down in sips. She could taste a hint of vanilla but the potion left a bitter aftertaste that was similar to vinegar. Her stomach gurgled and burned.
"Water," she coughed after her last sip of tonic.
"No. You'll dilute it," Noel said firmly, relieving her of the glass.
Smartly, she rebutted, "Isn't that what you're supposed to do after drinking poison? Or is it throw up?
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