“I cleared my throat and spoke into his kiss. “Sorry, it’s been a while.”“You should expect to hear the same thing from me in about five minutes,” he murmured.“Five minutes, huh?”“I’ll make it the best five minutes of your life.”I bit his lip, hard, then released him and looked into those intense blues. “Clock’s ticking.”
“Five minutes ago it was five minutes late, and my watch is five minutes slow.”
“You do trust him, though, Giddon?""Holt, who is stealing your sculptures and is of questionable mental health?""Yes.""I trusted him five minutes ago. Now I'm at a bit of a loss.""Your opinion five minutes ago is good enough for me.”
“Sometimes what I did five minutes ago scared the fuck out of me five minutes later.”
“It feels like it feels like it's been five minutes, but it hasn't been five minutes yet.”
“There was no up, there was no down. There was a steady, nauseated life five minutes ago, but nothing five minutes from now. And then, very suddenly, there was no 'now.”