Winter (Not Edited)

Chapter 14

A week had passed and it was now the beginning of March. Warmer days were ahead, that excited Winter. She had little interactions with Emerson at dinner and in the morning, but besides that she had no other conversations.

It felt more like a business deal than a friendship that was going on between them. Winter didn't blame him, he had no reason to befriend her, she was just his maid.

Winter wrapped a blanket around herself before walking down the stairs. Even with the sun shining a bit brighter, it was still a little chilly.

Emerson was already awake and downstairs, he hadn't slept since his last nightmare. He closed his laptop as a blanket-wrapped Winter entered the kitchen. She yawned and walked a couple of steps before rubbing her eyes.

His eyes were glued to her, her radiating perfection. She must have not seen him, Emerson thought.

He cleared his throat.

The blanket fell off her shoulders and unto the floor. "Good morning, Emerson!" She said quickly as she was a bit frightened. It was still a friendly and angelic tone to Emerson's ears.

"Do you want to go to the garden?" Emerson said without second thought. That was not like Emerson, he always thought before he said anything, thought of every outcome to his words.

She nodded yes. Winter was surprised, especially with the thoughts she had pinned in her mind of him, just earlier this morning.

The two of them headed to the garden. The sun was warm on the bridge of Winter's nose, but the cool wind pierced her soft skin.

Walking side by side, Winter's body was unknowingly huddled close to Emerson's warm one.

She almost froze when she accidentally brushed her hand against his large one. She backed away a little while a blush scattered her cheeks, she was not ready to fully give up the warmth from Emerson.

Emerson could feel her pressing softly into his suit clad arm. He didn't want to move, he particularly hated being touched, but Winter's touch did not bother him.

"Do you have to work today?" Winter finally broke the silence as they neared the bench in the garden.

"Yes, but I needed some air before I headed out to town." Emerson answered peering down at Winter for a quick second.

She smiled, but it soon became a frown. Quickly she covered it up and her glance was on that of the fountain.

Emerson wondered why she frowned, he wanted to ask.

The two sat down at the bench, the birds that resides at the estate were singing to their hearts content.

"We don't know much about each other." Emerson said his deep voice was filled with a flicker of hope.

Winter nodded, she found herself nodding a lot. She didn't mean to, hopefully he didn't mind.

"What's your favorite color?" Emerson spoke again. She smiled before opening her mouth slightly while she was thinking of what to say.

Emerson watched as she parted her lips slowly and almost seductively. His eyes darken at her as his lustful thoughts began to take over. He hated that he was doing this, she was too innocent. He hated himself. He hated the beast.

"Did you hear me?" She waved her little hand in front of his face.

Emerson snapped out of his consumption of a mindset. "No," he spoke truly.

"Oh, well it was blue. Light blue though, like the sky." She smiled and pointed to the sky as an example.

He just stared in awe of the amazingly kind human in front of him. It was short lived as he glanced at his watch.