Snake Song || Hollan
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Is it possible to die of happiness? A heroine’s sister from one of Ethan’s most beloved novels asked that question of the heroine. Until now, Ethan would have bet against it, finding their romantic antics sweet but impractical. This morning, he wasn’t so sure. His heart was fit to burst with the love and happiness Hollie brought inti his life.
His foggy, dreamless sleep, born of sheer exhaustion, slowly faded away to reveal a truly breathtaking scene. Feminine-colored cloth danced in the slight breeze from the cracked windows. Soft light filtered through the curtains, making the morning light more friendly and less harsh. Gentle fingers caressed his head, luring him to wakefulness. Then the touching ceased, and his mind fumbled, trying to make sense of it. The messy brown hair and big brown eyes looking down at him as he fully blinked his eyes open were more beautiful than any dolled-up portrait ever could be.
He sighed as he pulled himself upright, sitting up beside her and kissing his Hollie on her nose. “Good morning, my dear.” Then he placed a light lingering kiss to her lips. “I do hope this is not a dream because I’m pretty sure this is what my mind would conjure up as heaven.”
He winked at Hollie as he stretched. “So, what shall we do today?”
Hollie smiled shyly as he kissed her nose and tied the sash in front of her robe. “If this was heaven, wouldn’t that mean you were dead?” She teased softly, tracing the stubble along his jaw.
Resisting the urge to curl back up in bed with him, she stood and backed away towards the door. “I suspect we ought to put rights to the house before Louise returns and tans both our hides.”
Of course, there was something else that they needed to discuss, but before he could read her thoughts on her face, she’d slipped from the room and into the adjoining bathroom.
The truth was, Hollie was only certain of one thing - wherever she went, she wanted to be by Ethan’s side. However, the thought of returning to Montford - not to her friends, but the place and strangers - filled her with a sense of dread. It was still too fresh, too soon. She knew that returning now would simply draw the wild eye of the press, and the last thing she wanted was attention. But how could she ask Ethan to leave his practice, his home? It was not something that seemed a simple fix to her.
So, instead of focusing on that. Hollie turned on the bath, disrobed and dropped the fabric in the open door before poking her head innocently around the corner. “Join me?”













