The night had fallen. Neither of them really thought about what happened that afternoon. The s*x that was. They were stuck on what happened after.
Maureen found herself near his room. That was odd, she thought. She must've taken a wrong turn. She still opened the door, deciding to check on...the robe. Yes the robe.
How was the robe? Did the robe mean what the robe said when the robe sung to her—
"Why are standing by the door?" She jumped a mile high.
"Scar! What on earth,"
He chuckled, opening the door, ushering her in.
"I'm...I was here for..."
Scar sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the edge of it. She sat down to, hesitantly.
"What do you think," she whispered.
He snorted. "I think you're kind of a fool to keep on chasing after nothing special. And I'm a kind of a fool to
