Here we come, already, to the almost end of Chapter Twenty-Five. There was a lot going on over the weekend, and I actually did get a lot done, and spent a lot of time on the road as well. You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but for most of Saturday I wasn’t even online, save for those periods early in the morning when I was doing my Saturday blog post. And not sleeping. Hated that part.
That part is over, however: the last two nights I’ve gotten pretty good sleep, and even this morning I don’t feel as if I’m drugged. Though I think the walk to work is gonna be chilly, since it’s only 37 F outside–
Hey, that’s pretty much the same temperature as the outside when I wrote this scene. I know ’cause I looked it up. Which is why the scene starts this way . . .
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
The door leading to the lower level open and two students stepped into the Cernunnos Tower ground floor commons. Anyone still awake in the tower would have recognized them right away for they were almost always the last ones to leave the Midnight Madness these days, but no one else was on the commons floor at thirty minutes after midnight.
Annie and Kerry slowly made their way towards the stairs at the other end of the commons floor, but before they could turn and ascend to their rooms, Kerry stopped and lightly tugged on Annie’s hand. “Do we have to go up right now?”
Annie didn’t need much coaxing. “We could sit in front of the fire.”
“What’s left of it.” The fireplace was enchanted so that it would begin burning out not long after midnight every night. Kerry led Annie over to the sofa; he sat first, then waited for Annie to sit next to him before he pulled her close for cuddling.
“It’s still warm, though.” Annie liked how Kerry was now taking initiative when it came to romantic gesture. Not that he hadn’t before, but since his declaration of love after the Day of the Dead, he’d begun doing things—like this suggestion they not go up to bed right way—without needing hints first. “And you’re keeping me warm.”
Kerry: Keeping Annie Warm Since a Couple of Weeks Before.
Though the truth is he’s done that before–sometimes without even being asked. But things are different with him now, particularly since he laid the “I love you” bit on Annie. He must be feeling the vibe a little more.
Of course Annie thinks he has something on his mind, because he’s been quite tonight. She then has to ask about what’s on his mind. And . . .
She received an answer, but it wasn’t the one she expected. “The dance.”
“The Samhain dance?”
“Yeah.” Kerry touched his cheek against her hair. “It’s been almost a month now.” He chucked softly as he stared into the fire. “I miss dancing.”
Annie turned so she could see his far and figure out if he was joking: he wasn’t. “You do.”
“Yeah, I do.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I’d never danced with a girl before; it was . . . special.”
“It was special for me as well.” She turned back and was staring into the fire along with Kerry. “I’d never danced with a boy before, nor did I have anyone dedicate a song to me and then dance with him—alone—in front of everyone there.” She felt a tingling in her head. “I still get a little light headed thinking about that moment.”
Kerry slipped around Annie and stood. He faced Annie, and with the fire to his back his entire front was cloaked in shadows. “Dance with me?” He held out his hand for Annie to take.
She looked up, and the tingling in her head intensified. “There’s no music.”
“We don’t need any.” His hand remained outstretched. “Dance with me, Miss Kirilova?”
Annie took his hand and allow him to assist her to her feet. “I would love to, Mr. Malibey.”
I’d keep an eye on those titles they just threw out, because . . . you might hear them now and again? Isn’t that called foreshadowing?
They must be about to get into trouble. Yeah, that’s it . . .