The Shavers

Chapter 2 : Do you believe in the shavers?

Esme

"Esme, it's only me!" A familiar masculine voice clarified in a reassuringly tone. Furiously aching my auburn brows in his direction roaring up from the stool to give him a light slap on his shoulder.

The mysterious shadow so happened to be Oswin Archer, who is my one and only peerless paramour.

And.

The.

Apple.

Of.

My.

Eye.

I had known him since we were infants and over the years our bond grew strong and eventually we fell in love.

His skin was beige, he had short brown cinnamon hair, crystal blue eyes and his body was slim with a slight athletic build.

He wore a white rafael Cotten shirt, dark ketill canvas pants, a brown eberhard belt around his waist and black haddock jackboots.

"Ow!" He shouted rubbed his shoulder like an irritated small child would. "What the fuck was that for!" I glanced at the boy rolling my eyes and matching up to him in my beige goosuny handmade hemp sandals.

"For sneaking up on me while I was working" I argued rising my hand in the air ready to strike at his shoulder again.

The boy's eyes frantically widened as his hands were up attempting in defect. "Ok, ok darling I'm sorry that I scared like that" Oswin apologised rubbing my shoulder intensively. "Esme, it will never happen again"

I winked biting on my lower lip pulling him closer to me by his shirt shirt entangling our lips together for a passionate and tender kiss.

"I pray thee, Oswin" I queried in a curious tone moving away from him. "Yes love by my troth and across my heart and hope to die"

Oswin caressed my check as he lean in for another kiss and I instantly melted pressing my lips against his.

The pair of us were startled as a feminine voice sarcastically roared in a jokingly tone. "Aww would you look at the two sweetings!"

Agnes strolled over to Oswin and I plastered with a devilishly smirk upon her face. "So this is what you call milking Rosie, I suppose Esme?" She crooked her head to the side and arched her brows as her long copper red hair blowed freely into the wind beside her shoulders.

I argued slightly raising my voice an inch in a lower tone. "I cry your mercy Agnes, I was milking Rosie" Oswin gave me an apologetic glance and I stared at him gritting my teeth. "Until I got distracted"

"Anyways I thought you were cropping the wheat this morning?" I queried lifting my hands firmly on my waist.

Agnes replied, snorting through her nostrils. "I was until father took over and now I'm looking for something else to do. Because Merton and mother are feeding the horses"

My teeth were grinding together as I left my jaw to clench. "And how the fuck is it my problem, Agnes!"

"Because I have bollocks all to do now, Esme!" Agnes barked raising her hands above her head irritated.