DeliciousMaiden
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Samantha
“Let’s go have a look, who knows, you might come down here much more than you think in the near future”
As he stood he towered over her even more, but this time Samantha found it reassuring rather than intimidating. She looked up as he held his hand out to her and found herself automatically putting her hand in his and allowing him to help pull her up.
”I think I’d like that ... “
She commented smiling up at him noting that though his eyes held the same icy hue, there was a warmth in them now that she never thought to see.
”Heaven knows I need the exercise ... and art-wise ... I’m more than rusty ...”
Despite their physical differences, Samantha found that somehow they instinctively fell into a companionable pace as they made their way to the front of the boat house.
By the side of the door hung an ornate slate plaque with the words Boat House in swirly script with a picture of boat beneath.
”My first piece of art ...”
Samantha informed him as she eased the piece of slate aside to reveal a hidden niche and drew out a key to the front door. Turning it in the lock, the door creaked open.
Somehow there should have been cobwebs and dust and echoes of the past in untouched rooms, but the place was too well maintained for that to happen. Inside all was pristine thanks to the attentions of one of the many estate workers employed by her father.
”This place is secure, right?”
She queried.
“Let’s go have a look, who knows, you might come down here much more than you think in the near future”
As he stood he towered over her even more, but this time Samantha found it reassuring rather than intimidating. She looked up as he held his hand out to her and found herself automatically putting her hand in his and allowing him to help pull her up.
”I think I’d like that ... “
She commented smiling up at him noting that though his eyes held the same icy hue, there was a warmth in them now that she never thought to see.
”Heaven knows I need the exercise ... and art-wise ... I’m more than rusty ...”
Despite their physical differences, Samantha found that somehow they instinctively fell into a companionable pace as they made their way to the front of the boat house.
By the side of the door hung an ornate slate plaque with the words Boat House in swirly script with a picture of boat beneath.
”My first piece of art ...”
Samantha informed him as she eased the piece of slate aside to reveal a hidden niche and drew out a key to the front door. Turning it in the lock, the door creaked open.
Somehow there should have been cobwebs and dust and echoes of the past in untouched rooms, but the place was too well maintained for that to happen. Inside all was pristine thanks to the attentions of one of the many estate workers employed by her father.
”This place is secure, right?”
She queried.