My life has always had this charming way of snapping back and biting me on the ass. I don't know if this happens much for people who aren't knowingly in the company of monsters, but it seemed like I could only go so long before some kind of big reveal knocked me right back onto my ass.
Take my current situation, for instance. Phase one was Sookie being, well, Sookie as she bent over pool tables and frolicked in tiny bikinis. Phase two was her sitting beside me in said tiny bikini and then laying her head on my shoulder like we were in some kind of fucking adorable romantic comedy from the Fifties. Phase three, though—Phase three was when fate jumped up and punched me in the face like a bitch.
I knew the distinct difference between telepathy and psychic abilities, but just then and under my current circumstances, they might as well have been the same thing.
Slowly, I turned my gaze back to Sookie and stared. "Telepathic," I echoed, doing a really shitty job of not looking as unsettled as I felt. "Not psychic?"
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Take my current situation, for instance. Phase one was Sookie being, well, Sookie as she bent over pool tables and frolicked in tiny bikinis. Phase two was her sitting beside me in said tiny bikini and then laying her head on my shoulder like we were in some kind of fucking adorable romantic comedy from the Fifties. Phase three, though—Phase three was when fate jumped up and punched me in the face like a bitch.
I knew the distinct difference between telepathy and psychic abilities, but just then and under my current circumstances, they might as well have been the same thing.
Slowly, I turned my gaze back to Sookie and stared. "Telepathic," I echoed, doing a really shitty job of not looking as unsettled as I felt. "Not psychic?"