*Ethan*
We finish dinner and retire to the library. As she sits near the fire and reads a book, I lounge back in a chair opposite hers, my fingers tapping my glass of port. She seemed surprised that I was able to tell whom the animals in her drawings represented. I would have preferred being a squirrel, something lively and fun. Or even a promiscuous rabbit. But then weasels are known for stealing things, and I stole a kiss from her, stole away her mate. I am stealing these moments with her now.
I should have made an excuse. I need to work, go over my ledgers, study my accounts. Instead I am sitting here enjoying the slope of her neck as she bends her head to read, enjoying the fact that she is still wearing that damned smug smile.
As well she should. I don’t know if I have ever reacted so
