Log of the HIMA Tesla
Thursday, February 18
First Watch: Two Bells
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Luckily, Jack had enough clothing on to receive the messenger without blushing. Although judging by the activities in which we’d been engaged when the knock sounded on his bedroom door, I wasn’t entirely certain the man knew how to blush. He certainly exhibited no signs of restraint or a recognition of finer feelings when it came to disrobing me in as swift a manner as possible.
“It’s addressed to you,” he said when I peeked out of the wardrobe into which I’d flung myself at the knock.
“Lock your door, then read the message for me,” I said, grabbing his shirt from where it had been tossed unceremoniously onto the chair. I tsked at myself as I slipped into it. I wasn’t normally the sort of woman who threw clot
