*Gina*
I know the moment Thor strides through the door and into the bar. It is as though every particle of air has become charged with his power, his confidence.
Mortified to admit it, since the car had carried him away two nights ago, I have imagined this moment, wished for it, yearned for his return. I have missed him, which is bloody ridiculous. He is nothing to me. More importantly, I am nothing to him.
Now that he is here, I rather wish he wasn't. The entire establishment has gone deathly quiet, as though each person knows someone significant has entered, something momentous is on the verge of taking place. Perhaps it is the way his gaze has latched onto mine, holding me captive. Or the way he stands there, just waiting for the Goddess knows what, decked out in well-tailored clothi
