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You enter through the door into a dimly lit passageway; Honey scuttles hurriedly to the light switch and flicks it, illuminating the cottage, she points to a coat hanger, and you place your jacket on it. The first thing you notice is the musky smell of books, you realise why as you enter into the main room, bookshelf upon bookshelf lay arranged against the wall, there must be hundreds of books here, you think to yourself.
You take a seat on a nearby sofa, it's soft and is covered in an assortment of fluffy pillows ranging from all different colours and sizes. As you wait patiently, you hear the sound of a kettle boiling in the distance, a few minutes later Honey enters the room, holding two small cups.
She hands you a cup.
You thank her, and softly blow on it, it's too hot to drink yet, so you put it on the side for the time being, as you do this, you're startled by the fact Honey takes a seat right next to you, you look at her for a second, before returning to your drink, her light bushy tail happens to accidentally brush your side and for some reason you blush. You look back at her again, but notice something amiss about her drink, it's not coffee, instead it smells suspiciously like alcohol.
"Are you drinking alcohol?" You ask, a shocked expression on your face.
She slowly nods, blushing.
"I-I Always d-drink this" She says this with a hiccup, blushing even harder. You can't tell if it's because she's drunk, or whether she's just blushing like usual, you smile, finding it somewhat amusing. Without warning, she rests her head on your shoulder, and looks up into your eyes.
"W-why are you so far away?" She hints, smiling sweetly.
At this point you're blushing even more than her, you feel her warm breath against your neck, her soft hands grasp your waist, bringing you in closer, before her lips edges towards yours.
I just can't help myself thinking about your story,
03-15-2013, 07:36 PM
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