Page 20 of Divine Sense

“Ugh, I love Christmas. I’ve always wanted to see the Nutcracker live. I loved the movie growing up but could never get tickets to the ballet. Maybe one day.” She shrugged her shoulders and placed another kiss on top of Hank’s head before heading towards the bathroom.

“Look, brother, I’m really sorry for—” I started to apologize for snapping at him but he cut me off.

“No, dude, you’re fine. It’s your company and I don’t need to know everything. Sorry for crossing a line, I appreciate you covering for me that night.” He clapped a strong hand down on my shoulder and gave me a sharp nod, indicating that we were good.

“Are you children done fighting now? Can we please get back to the game?” Conrad snapped and rolled his eyes at all of us before snatching the die out of Malcolm’s hand and started to rattle it around in his palm.

We continued to play for a few more hours until the group decided to call it quits for the night around eleven thirty. With everyone gone, I dragged my ass upstairs, ready to close my eyes for the night before I have to get up tomorrow for work. Before walking to my room, I headed the opposite direction down the hall and looked in on the empty guest room. Almost every night for the last two weeks I’ve walked by it and looked in, just to imagine her figure sleeping soundly in the bed. Picturing what it would be like to see her here, in my home, each and everynight. To try and know what it’s like to come up here after a long campaign night or day in the office and have her waiting for me.

The girl with the raven black hair.

The girl I cannot have and should not want.

My flower.

You’re so fucked.

* beautiful

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KOLBI

1 new message: Dungeons and Dickheads

Hank:

Kolb, you comin’ to lunch?

Conrad:

Haven’t we all agreed to *not* put these messages in this thread? You two work together, get off your ass and walk into his office and ask him.

Hank:

I would but I’m already outside standing with Malcolm waiting on him to come down.

You comin’ or what man?

Malcolm:

Geez Conrad, you need to relax. Being so uptight isn’t good for your sperm count, the stress kills off your swimmers.

Conrad:

Malcolm, is every thought you have tied to your sex drive?

Malcolm:

I am a young virile man, so yeah it is

Hank:

KOLBI? Please chime in before they whip it out and compare sizes.

Conrad:

Please *never* use the word ‘virile’ again. I almost threw up.

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