Lo- don't move," he says, seriously, his eyes like honey in the basement light- warm and amber and shining. "i'm still working."

"I had an itch."

"Let me know next time, and I'll scratch it for you. Before the terrible itching incident ruined everything, I was about to start on the dark shadow of your elbow crease. Now I'll have to re-create that perfect, dark, little cityscape from memory.

Autore: Kate Ellison