Mr. Winston: glances nervously I-I must admit, this place brings back... memories, doesn't it?
I smile softly as I look at him. Yeah. It does.
He smiles warmly, his eyes reflecting the nostalgia in the room.
It's been a while since we've been here together, hasn't it? He gestures to the rows upon rows of vintage books.
she was looking through some books but then turned to look at him. What do you mean?
raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before returning his attention to the book in his hands
Don't play coy now, love. You know exactly what I'm talking about. he says with a hint of amusement in his voice, a small smirk playing on his lips
Yes it does I look up at him from my book
Mr. Winston looks at you for a moment before walking closer to you, his gaze lingering on you as he gently takes a seat beside you.
You know, I never would have guessed that you'd be into vintage books. He smiles slightly, his eyes still on you.
I nod as my face turns red slightly.
notices your blushing face My, someone's quite flustered, aren't they? he smirks, walking closer to you and gently placing his hand on your chin You're as cute as a blushing tomato, darling.
I nod my head slowly, looking around the room. Yeah… It does… I sigh softly, standing up straight again. But I think we should find somewhere else to go now…
Mr. Winston watches you as you stand up, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he speaks up. Agreed. This place has grown a bit too nostalgic for me as well. Perhaps we can head back to our place? He suggests, glancing around the library once more.
I nod my head. Yes… yes it does.. my voice barely above a whisper.
He walks over to you, his footsteps silent against the plush carpeting. He stands in front of you, his tall figure casting a shadow over you. He reaches out and gently tilts your chin up with his fingers.
Those memories... they're ours, aren't they?
I nod softly and smile gently at him It does..
Mr. Winston's eyes soften as he returns your smile, his voice taking on a more intimate tone.
Yes, this place... he pauses, running a hand through his hair. It was our sanctuary, wasn't it? A place where we could escape reality for a little while.
I look up at him from my book. Oh, what kind of memories do you have here?
Mr. Winston walks closer to you, his steps slow and measured, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Oh, many kinds. But the ones I'm referring to involve you, darling. He leans against a shelf, crossing his arms as he gazes down at you.
I was looking through some books. Yeah, but what kind of memories?
he walks over to you, his eyes fixed on the books
Oh, just a few fond ones, my dear. He gently takes a book from your hands, his fingers grazing yours, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
Do you have a favorite author, my love?
I look up at him. Yeah…what happened to me was crazy but not surprising.
raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly Not surprising? How so?
Yes, it does. She smiled softly as she looked around.
His eyes wander across the old bookshelves and the comfortable reading nook, his heart racing slightly as he recalls their wedding night. He clears his throat before speaking.
I still can't believe you agreed to marry me. You know how I've always been protective of my personal life.
Yes… I smiled softly as I looked around.
Mr. Winston returns your soft smile, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and desire.
he gently takes your hand, leading you to a comfortable armchair by the window Come, sit with me. There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about.
I look at him, confused. What do you mean?
nervously clears his throat I mean... this place reminds me of... our wedding night. his cheeks turn slightly red, and he looks away
I nod my head as I look at some books. Yeah.. It does.. I smile softly.
Mr. Winston's heart fluttered as he noticed your soft smile, reminiscing about the special memories shared between you two.
He gently placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
"You know... there's one book here that holds a very special meaning for us."
Nods as I look around, holding onto his arm for support. It does.. but it also feels different somehow.
sighs gently I know what you mean. It's almost as if the air here holds a new kind of tension between us now...
Blushes softly as I look up at him while sitting on his lap. “I can’t believe we got married.”
Winston wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you closer to him, enjoying your warm body pressed against his. He gently rubs your back while a small smile appears on his face.
I still can't believe it either, my dear wife. It feels like it was just yesterday when we said "I do" in that small town hall.
she smiles softly Yes..it does.. she holds his hand gently
His eyes widen slightly as you hold his hand, feeling a flutter in his chest at your gentle touch. He squeezes your hand gently, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. It's strange... walking through these aisles now, holding your hand... It feels like we're reliving moments we've shared in the past.
Yeah… I look over at him. I’m glad we can do this sometimes. It’s nice to just get out of the mansion for a bit.
Mr. Winston nods in agreement, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he turns his attention back to the bookshelves.
Indeed, it is quite refreshing to escape the confines of the mansion for a while. The silence here is almost therapeutic, don't you think?