Winter (Not Edited)

Chapter 16

The week went by surprisingly quickly. The friendship between Emerson and Winter was very present now.

It was early morning as Winter was still in her long pajama pants and sweater. She made her way to the kitchen and decided to cook eggs and toast for breakfast.

Emerson was still upstairs, his days were dragging out, he had a month to get it together. A month before he would lose everything completely. A month since his family's tragic death.

It was his off day, he wondered if Winter would be up to go to town later. She had been in this house for too long, she must be going crazy, he thought.

"I made eggs and toast, if that's fine." She said, happiness lacing her soft voice.

Emerson liked having a friend. He wanted to make sure she knew he cared for her much more than just a maid. She wasn't just a maid to him. Winter was his friend, his only friend. And he was her only friend as well. And maybe this is why their bondage was so tightly formed and so quickly.

Though maybe some physical attraction played matter in the role of fate as well.

"It is perfectly fine with me, be ready by lunch, I am taking you out." Emerson said with a small smile. With her, he forgot about what would come in the near future.

Winter's smiled widened and you could see her beautifully straight teeth.

After breakfast Winter busied herself with cleaning and also adding chemicals to the pool. She really had no clue how to do this and she feared she was creating some natural disaster somewhere.

It was a cloudy teal color, it was almost milky. She could see the bottom enough to clean out any grossness. But the color remained off.

After her daily pool work, she walked back into the house. For some reason she was tired, maybe she would get ready and then take a nap.

She showered and dried her hair. Her blonde locks were hanging pass her naval now. Winter slowly slide into a little purple summer dress, she had a pastel green sweater also.

She moisturized her face before staring back into the mirror. She looked better, she had begun to gain weight. Healthily weight. She looked pretty.

Snuggling into her made bed, she closed her eyes just for a quick power nap.

It was now noon and there was no sight of Winter. Emerson made his way up the grand staircase to her room.

He knocked and there was no answer. Opening the door he was met with the sight of a sleeping Winter. His eyes traced the small girl curled into a ball, she resembled much of a small child.

"Winter." Emerson whispered as his hand reached out to brush a blonde strand away from her face. Instantly her face snuggled into his warm hand. Emerson's heart was beating at an unknown pace. It felt as if he was frozen.

His thumb was the first thing to move drawing small circles on her cheekbone. Why was she sleeping? He really didn't care, he loved watching her sleep. The peace she held while asleep was mesmerizing to Emerson. But he really wanted to take her out today.

"Winter, wake up." His voice was now a bit rougher. She moved her head again, and her long eyelashes began to flutter open revealing her sparkling green eyes.

Emerson was far too distracted by her beauty, how could someone be so utterly perfect. Her kindness, her innocence, her beauty, her soul, it was all perfect. Emerson thought of her in this way, little did he know that Winter would say the same about the beast.

"It's time to go." Emerson broke the silence. He watched as her eyes closed once more before she rubbed them with her small hands.

He stood up as Winter stood up and stretched the sleep away. Her dress was stuck on her higher mid thigh. Emerson's eyes burnt holes through her pale flesh, her dress rose higher as she stretched again showing the lace detail on her panties. He needed to get out of here. His blood was pumping faster now as her dress finally came down. She was too pure for his vile thoughts.

"Let me make my bed." Winter said slowly as she started pulling the sheet. When she pulled she felt a tug on the other end. She looked over and Emerson was tucking the side of the sheet under the mattress, helping her.

Her smile was as wide as a rainbow. Why was he helping her? "Oh you don't have to." She started.

"I want to." Emerson said showing her a tiny smile, which caused Winter's to grow even more.

Soon enough they had both made it to town, a small coffee shop in the certain of the area was Emerson's favorite. They both headed straight to it.

"Here sit down, tea or coffee?" Emerson asked Winter, who was too busy looking at everything to hear him ask.

"Winter?" Emerson elongated her name.

That snapped her out of her trance. "Sorry, what did you say?" She looked away embarrassed.

"It's fine. Would you like tea or coffee?" Emerson asked again. He waited for Winter to turn around to face him, but she didn't. "Tea." She mumbled, and he nodded.

"Tell me about yourself, darling" Emerson said.

Winter smiled at the endearing term. Her heart swell at his words. She liked talking to Emerson.

She wanted to tell somebody about her life, it was hard growing up without parents. It was hard working long days with restless nights. She wanted someone to talk to her.

"Nothing is special about me." Her voice came out quiet, her lie was covered by the shakiness in her tone.

Emerson's heart beat increased as those words left her perfectly colored lips. Did she really think she was not special? He thought.

"I happen to think there isn't anything that is not special about you." He said staring at her spring green eyes.