Annabel shifted, but she only turned and nuzzled her face into Elias' untucked tuxedo shirt. She'd done it before, of course, but Elias noticed that this time, she scrunched up her nose a bit at the coarse fabric, although she remained asleep. He stroked her hair, which she had undone to lay down. A hint of a smile appeared on her lips again ( Read more... )

Phoenix groaned. "C'mon, guys, get a room."
"Shut it, Fifi, this is a room. You just happen to be in it." She stuck out her tongue at him. Annabel giggled and curled up comfortably in Elias' lap, bringing her black billowing skirt onto the bed to cover her legs. She was quite happily not taking part in this particular conversation ( Read more... )

"Nicholas," she murmured into his hair. "We're young, you know. Not done with school. Not done with work. We're not really in charge of our own lives, not the way we'd like to think." She stroked the back his back, grazing her fingertips back and forth over the smooth cotton of his shirt, her chin hitched over the crook of his neck. He sat ( Read more... )

Senior year, last month at school ( Read more... )