@reprcbates (continued from x)
“You can swing if you want to. I probably deserve it.”
There was nothing more awkward than Silas’s attempt to prop himself on her tiny window with his frame. [ sometimes his height really was a burden ] He would have entered, if he was guaranteed that his body wouldn’t immediately fall into the world’s most intense case of pins and needles. But there were more important things to discuss besides his crunched body.
“Have you noticed anything off about your living space? Even if it was just a hunch?”
“What? What?”
Once the initial shock had subsided, Molly could only gesture toward him in dismay. She only just remembered to set aside her baseball bat with a metallic clatter on the floor. In her mind, her reaction was very much called for, considering there was a very large man squashed up on her window.
“Did you come for any particular reason, or just to shoot the shit about my loft?” She gestured him away from the window. “Come in, or whatever. What exactly is supposed to be off about my living space?”
