Chapter Forty-Three: Shopping

“Of course, she didn’t; I increased the security in the room after I overheard your conversation.”

Christopher says, dismissing my relief as if my concern was not warranted.

“You were eavesdropping?”

I ask, lowering the newspaper to my lap.

"Depends. Will I get into trouble if I say yes?"

He asks and leans on his dressing table.

"Depends, is your answer, yes?"

I ask, and he smiles.

“That’s hot cocoa and scones. Henry is getting a bath, but he should be storming into the room soon. Would you like to shower before we move to the dining room?”

“Yes, as my tea cools.”

I answer and stand from the bed.

Instead of walking to the bathroom, I walk towards Christopher, stand on the tips of my toes and kiss his cheek.

He stiffens.

I guess there is security in knowing someone likes you, I never would have done this before.

“Thank you, Christopher.”

I say and leave quickly before he notices my blush or asks an awkward question.

**

Christopher D’Amico.

A smile crept up his face as he watched Elizab