A muffled grunt and a warning voice sounded in her ear, "Melody Thorne, dare to move one more time and see what happens?"
"Hmm?" Melody Thorne opened her eyes to see what exactly was pressing against her foot.
"Are you relying on your amnesia, thinking I wouldn't do anything to you on purpose?"
Melody Thorne blinked. Initially, Jared Quinn was unfamiliar to her, but after spending these days together, sleeping in the same bed every night, all her movements seemed instinctive. "I didn't do it on purpose."
Melody Thorne shrank back on the sofa, her little tongue licking her dry lips.
"How old are you now? Hmm?" Jared Quinn's fingers pinched her chin.
"Sixteen," Melody Thorne said, recalling that she was sixteen in her memory.
Jared Quinn: "...A mother of two at sixteen?"
Melody Thorne remembered that Nina King had told her she was twenty-two.
"But that doesn't make sense, Timmy is only five, how could I have had kids with you so soon?"
