It’s Just That Kind of Night
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George sighed as he stirred the fire before placing another log on it to keep the room warm against the chill the wind had suddenly blown in. He finally had Jessica all to himself, and the weather had gone sour on them. Settling into the oversized chair in front of the fire, he sipped at the brandy he’d poured himself and thought about all of the things he’d wanted to do and see with Jessica while visiting her home.
“George.” Jessica whispered as she stared down at him. He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard her come back into the room.
Shaking himself, he looked up…his eyes growing wide as they took in the sight of her bare legs peaking at him from beneath one of his flannel shirts. “Jessie?”
“It looked comfortable.” She smiled at him as he settled her on his lap. Snuggling against his chest, she took a sip of the brandy he offered her, then sighed in contentment. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He cleared his throat in the hopes that his voice wouldn’t squeak when he spoke. “Mind?” it didn’t work…his voice squeaked worse than a teenage boy’s.
Jessica buried her face in his neck to stifle the giggle that threatened to bubble up out of her. “I don’t want you to think I go about snooping in your things all the time, this just caught my eye.”
Placing his glass on the end table next to him, he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her head, his free hand caressing over her silky legs. “No, Jessie…I don’t mind a bit.” He shook his head. “Ye aught’na do such as this to a lad, tho’.”
“And why is that?” she asked, loving the sound of his brogue.
“My heart, Lassie…my heart.”
She looked up at him and gave him a brilliant smile. Resting her hand over his heart, she held his gaze. “It’s beating steadily, a bit fast, but steady and strong.”
“It’s beating for you, Jessie.”
“Oh George.” She reached up and drew his face down to hers, touching her lips to his in a sweet kiss.
The wind howled and sent a shiver up her spine causing her to snuggle against George. “I’m glad you’re here with me. For some reason this storm seems to be bothering me. I usually don’t have any trouble with them. Actually, I usually like to watch them, but not this time.”
“Well then, Lassie…it seems to be that kind of night.” He grabbed the throw from behind him then draped it over them.
Jessica looked up at George with a puzzled expression. “What kind of night?”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “A snuggling, necking, kinda night.”