Twenty-Four“Do you trust me?” Thomas whispered.
Mary lay on her back staring up at the millions of stars twinkling overhead. She turned her head and faced Thomas. He was lying on his side, propped up on his right hand while his left traced lightly up and down her stomach, her skin prickled and she shivered slightly. “You're giving me the chills.”
“That's not an answer to my question.” Thomas replied flatly.
“I'm sorry. What was your question?” Mary turned and looked back up at the stars again mesmerized by their twinkling.
“I asked if you trusted me.”
Mary turned, facing him again. The full moon was high and lit up the meadow. Mary could just make out his face in the moonlight; he was sullen. She reached up and laced her fingers with his, mostly to help make her point, but it also res
