A Quill and A Thought

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

"I always carry it with me," Michael said, patting a pocket, "And, you know you want to share," he said with a grin.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle shook her head no. "Nice try though. I'll just go get it, I'll be right back." She gave Michael a quick kiss before heading for the hidden corridor that would take her to her room fastest.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed as he watched her leave. He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms and thinking, this letter was going to be hard coming.

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle quickly returned with her novel tucked under her arm. She'd seriously considered bringing a different book but she really wanted to start this one. She figured Michael would probably tease her if she brought something else anyways so she just made the picture on the cover of two naked bodies tumbling in sheets disappear.

"Hope I didn't take too long." She smiled at him as she walked into the room. She knew her thoughts nearly the whole way had been on their discussion and had a feeling his were too. She hoped the afternoon together might help ease their minds, if not temporarly forget the situation.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael stood and stretched, "You're fine," he said, then grinned as he looked at the book in her hands, "So, can I see?" His eyes sparkled as he met hers.

((you wanna start the thread?))

[Annabelle Hennessy]

Annabelle just laughed lightly and tucked the book tightly under her arm. She wouldn't give in that easily. She linked her arm with his and headed to the lake. (Here)