Character: Thomas Mitchell

I run my hand over Tom's body from the collarbones to the belt. I put my hand between my legs and stumble upon a stone riser. I am abacked, I freeze.
"Be patient to the house, there is not much left," he whispers.
"You've got it," I say stupidly.
- I always get up when you kiss me.

- You are like crystal, Belinda ... There is nothing more beautiful in this world than you, but how easy it is to break you.