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?”

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

her head, “Not

leaning in for a quick

was taken

took advantage and

on the table and the other cradling

eyes and responded to him, the sweet taste of milk lingering between their lips and

Estelle immediately pulled away and whispered, “No, I have to teach Henson

sharp that he’d figure it out they

known for ages!” Jonathan caressed her face, his eyes full of tenderness

teacher’s dignity

a wry smile and kissed her lips again, “He

him away. “Let’s eat

“I’ve already sent Emily her breakfast when

Estelle nodded.

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