"Kitchen?"
"Check."
"Hallway?"
"Check. Sean, you know we've done them already!"
"I'm not asking, Lij." Sean frowns at him, exasperated. "I'm ticking them off,
okay?"
Elijah grins. "Okay then. Backyard?"
Sean looks out the window; the pool shimmers in the moonlight, reflecting the
fairy lights that festoon the enclosing shrubbery.
"I'm tempted."
"Yeah. But we've done it a dozen times. Com'on. I know where."
The pale body gleams against dark mahogany, rivalling its sheen. Sean devours it
with his eyes.
"Now that's a spread."
"Com'ere and say grace."
The dining table creaks.
And if the house could smile, it would.
~~~~~
"Check."
"Hallway?"
"Check. Sean, you know we've done them already!"
"I'm not asking, Lij." Sean frowns at him, exasperated. "I'm ticking them off,
okay?"
Elijah grins. "Okay then. Backyard?"
Sean looks out the window; the pool shimmers in the moonlight, reflecting the
fairy lights that festoon the enclosing shrubbery.
"I'm tempted."
"Yeah. But we've done it a dozen times. Com'on. I know where."
The pale body gleams against dark mahogany, rivalling its sheen. Sean devours it
with his eyes.
"Now that's a spread."
"Com'ere and say grace."
The dining table creaks.
And if the house could smile, it would.
~~~~~
| HOUSE WARMING |
