Private Lives

Chapter Two: Private Lives: All the better to smell you with my dear.

Mary and Abbie were left to walk alone the now empty hallway. The hallways were empty until summer classes begin again the second week of July.

Abbie's heeled boots echoed a steady pace down the long hallway as she walked. Her thoughts replayed the meeting she had just left with her brother Daniel and Ichabod Crane. Dean Ichabod Crane now. Abbie reminded herself. She must call him Dean Crane instead of Ichabod which she wanted. Or Icky, when's she was just a kid. Abbie's full lips pulled in a little smirk. She really wanted to call him Icky again.

"You want to go to the cafeteria first to get something to eat?" Mary asked. She turned to look at Abbie. Abbie nodded. She turned her head..

Yeah. Sure I can I go for a sandwich," Abbie answered and nodded. Her thoughts were of Ichabod Crane and His short reddish-gold hair and bright blue eyes the same as when he was at 23 years old. His lips still red and full. Sinful. Kissable. Peeking out of his now reddish-blonde trimmed beard. She wanted to kiss him when she walked into his office and hugged him instead. She had squeezed his tall thin body tightly against her chest and smiled when she heard the exhale he slowly released as if in surrender.

Abbie inhaled a deep breath. She had been in love with Ichabod Crane since she was thirteen years old. Filling her school notebooks with poems and small silly stories about how and when Ichabod Crane would fall madly in love with her when she became an adult and want to marry her.

Abbie closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She tried to calm herself down. Damn it. Why didn't he grow to be ugly and hunchback with pimples and warts? The thought made her giggle.

"What's funny?" Mary asked. Mary turned to look at Abbie and smiled. Abbie shook her head.

"Nothing. I was just thinking," Abbie answered.

"About what?" Mary asked. She swallowed hard.

"About all the work that's left for us at the library archives. I can't wait to just dive in again," Abbie lied.

Suddenly the image of two open buttons on Ichabod's dress shirt showing a patch of Dean Crane's wiry red-gold chest hair, flashed into Abbie's brain. Her long fingers running through the soft patch made her petite body shudder. Abbie sighed and shook her head. Stop it!

Abbie looked down at her hand and twisted the ring around her finger. It was a diamond gold band ring. Her birthstone, given to her by Luke Morales , her boyfriend for three years now. They met in WestCiv class and have been inseparable ever since. She frowned at the ring. Abbie lifted her eyes to meet Mary's.

"How's Luke?" Mary asked.

"Fine. Still working. Still busy as always," Abbie said. Her thoughts were still on Dean Crane.

"Still in Sleepy Hollow?"Mary answered

. Abbie nodded and raised her eyes.

"Yup! Still there. He wanted to stay to finish his semester," Abbie said. She sighed and shrugged.

"You wish he came here with you. Don't you?" Mary asked. Her eyebrow raised.

"Yes and No. I'm glad he stayed to finish. I'm proud of him," Abbie sighed. She nodded. Abbie lifted her hand to suppress a yawn only to smell Dean Crane's musk cologne on her fingers. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Her hand smelled like polished leather-bound old books, salt and sweat. It was very masculine and erotic.

"Dean McSexy pants. Abbie whispered softly. She smiled. Jenny gave Dean Crane that name when they had left his office.

"What'd you say?" Mary asked.

"Nothing. Nothing. What are you going to have for lunch?" Abbie answered. She shook a her head. A worried frown pulled her brow together. Her thoughts quickly retuned to Luke.

Abbie stopped when they reached the bottom of the long staircase.

"My phone!" She said. Abbie patted herself down for her phone. She searched herself, her book bag and her purse. A minute later, Abbie threw up her hands in surrender.

"Shit! I must have left back it in Dean Crane's office," she sighed.

"You better go get it now. You don't know if they're still there," Mary said. Her voice stern.

"Right! I'll go and meet you at the library archives. And order me a sandwich. Any sandwich. I don't

care," Abbie yelled. She then raced back up the stairs to Dean Ichabod's Crane's office.

"Ok!" Mary yelled.

To be continued..........