Lark crept through the field in the dark making as little noise as he could. He now lived for every night that he could see Erin and talk to her. It was almost like old times but he still ached to be next to her, hold her and eventually kiss her.
He crept to the tree where he always sat and spoke to Erin. He always waited for the music of her voice when she arrived.
“Lark?” She had arrived. He felt his heart skip a beat.
“I’m here my love,” Lark replied.
“I hoped you would come earlier today,” Erin said.
“Why?” Lark asked.
“Horton has left for a few days. I thought you might be watching the cabin during the day and notice that he was gone so you could have come earlier and we could have spent more time together.”
“I was not watching my lady. But now that I know I will be sure to arr
