Did Garret believe there was more to life than this? Than this prison
of addiction to misery? He knew there had to be more out there.
Otherwise, no one would choose to live.
Victoria's
question would go unanswered though. Garret's fingers run through her
damp hair as his eyes silently plead with her not to ask about life
outside these walls, lest they go mad with the desire for the impossible
- freedom.
Leaving his forehead resting against hers, his hand moves down so his thumb can run softly along her cheek.
"I'll be at dinner, but not to eat. I'm on duty until shift change at
midnight." That meant that he would be stationed near the door of the
elegant dining room, not allowed to partake in the meal with the others.
Victoria would be within reach but he would be forbidden to even make
eye contact. And he would wait and watch and hope that there were no
disturbances. Yes, he'd be at dinner. But someday... someday he'd be
able to enjoy a meal with Victoria.
Finding his lips
on hers once more, he leaves her with a tender kiss. It was time for him
to go again. "I'll be here again at midnight," he whispers.
Justin's eyes flit open to find the living room dark. The
television glowed but the movie had long since ended. Shifting just a
little, he realizes Beth is still half on top of him and sleeping
soundly. Though not wanting to disturb her, he thought better of the
thought to just stay here. It would probably be better to let her have
the couch to herself.
Moving slowly and as gently as possible, he slips out from under her,
finding her pillow to put under her head. Spreading a blanket out over
her, he bends down and kisses her cheek before brushing it softly with
the back of his hand.
Exiting the living room, he sees both the dogs and points to the couch. "Keep and eye on her," he whispers.
Danitza follows his pointing and wanders over to the couch,
turning several times before lying down at the end where Beth's head
was. Zora follows suit, easing down next to her too. Justin smiles and
makes his way to his own bed, leaving his door open, just in case.
Jared reaches back and swats at Grace's hand, but only before a bit of
heat comes to his cheeks. Grace certainly didn't have a problem speaking
her mind, let alone telling him off. Yet she had a talent for being
nice about it at the same time. Sheepish for being put in his place yet
again, his eyes drift to the sidewalk. Grace's hand on his shoulder
though, brings his gaze back up and behind him once more.
A grin slips out and he shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "Okay,
okay... it's your time and your choice. Got it. Now..." He gestures
forward. "Keep pushing or we'll never get there. I wanna figure out what
kind of ice cream I like." Truth be told, he kind of liked how her
hand felt, and he wanted to move on before he could think any more of
it. It was one thing to tease her with flirting... it was another to
feel a genuine attraction that he assumed would be forbidden.
"My mom likes strawberry... but I think I might like something with chocolate."
Hunter nods slowly, mulling over the idea.
"Sure - I'd love to see some of the scenery, as long as you think I can
handle it. I mean, I rode a while yesterday but I'm still awfully
rusty."
That much was true. Even though he'd been
pleased at how much he'd remembered the day before, he knew that he was
far from a skilled horseman and he didn't want to get himself into a bad
position. "Although Bonzai doesn't seem the type to run away with any
riders." Hunter grins, still planning on riding the same horse, rough
ride or not. It was the principle of the thing now, and he wasn't going
to lose.