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?”

some, isn’t it sweet?” Jonathan came over and leaned on the table,

her head, “Not

suddenly leaning in for a

taken

and invaded her

the other cradling Estelle’s head, he kissed her

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

away and whispered, “No, I have

Lamont was so sharp that he’d figure it out they

caressed her face, his eyes full

need to maintain my teacher’s dignity in his

a wry smile and kissed her lips again, “He knows you’re my wife, that’s

pushed him away. “Let’s eat

sat down, laughing. “I’ve already sent Emily her breakfast when I

Estelle nodded.

the afternoon?” Jonathan spread some of Estelle’s favorite