Find Me In Your Labyrinth

On Saturday morning, Estelle was still snoozing when she heard noises coming from the living room. She poked her head out of her bedroom door and sure enough, it was Jonathan Lamont.

There he was, in his blue and white striped shirt, hanging in the kitchen, seemingly warming up some milk for her.

Estelle looked out at the morning sun, stretched lazily and went back to freshen up.

Afterward, she changed into some new clothes and walked into the dining room, laughing. “Why didn’t you drag me out for a run today?”

Jonathan turned his head, smiled and said, “You can chill on Saturdays”

Estelle chuckled, “Thanks”

She was wearing an oversized white shirt, her hair all messy on her shoulders, lit by the morning sun, her features as exquisite as a painting.

Jonathan took a good long look at her before turning his head away.

Estelle took a sip of her milk, frowned and asked, “Did you forget the sugar?”

added some, isn’t it sweet?” Jonathan came over and leaned on the table, looking at her sideways.

head,

it?” Jonathan said, suddenly leaning in for a quick peck

taken aback.

and invaded

one hand on the table and the other cradling Estelle’s

responded to him, the sweet taste of milk lingering between their lips and teeth, she swallowed involuntarily,

away and whispered, “No, I have to teach Henson later.”

so sharp that he’d figure it out they were

Jonathan caressed her face, his eyes full

teacher’s dignity in

smile and kissed her lips again, “He knows

him away. “Let’s eat

Emily her breakfast when I ordered, so

Estelle nodded.

the afternoon?” Jonathan spread some of Estelle’s favorite cheese on a sandwich and handed it to her.