It's been a while now, but Nathaniel Hawthorne and Margaret Mitchell have become….acquainted. Maybe a little too acquainted. So, apparently Margaret came up with a little game for them to play to pass time at the Guild, called the Kissing Game. What she would do is sneak up on him and bestow him with a little peck on the cheek and run away, and then he would find her only to be kissed again. The cycle would keep repeating until he gives up. "Hey! I think we should play a game!" she beseeched him. "How old do you think I am?" he questioned her. "Oh don't worry, this is a game that we adults could play~" she winked, causing Nathaniel to blush.
"Just stay put okay?" she twirled away, quietly snickering to herself. So she waited for at least an hour to come back because by that time he will get bored and start reading. So, she tip-toed into the room, making as little noise as possible. Catching him completely off guard, she smacked a little kiss on his cheek and sprinted away. Nathaniel literally jumped out of his seat, only to find a light-pink lipstick mark on his right cheek. "How in gods name did she run away that fast?" he thought as he began to ponder why she did that. Then it hit him.
"Oh, so that's how you want to play?" he grinned mischievously. The little rouge that she is, she proceeded to hide in various places and would jump out to kiss him. This went on for quite a while, and poor Nathaniel with lipstick stains all over his face began to feel loathsome and tired of this game. Abject humiliation fell upon him when he surrendered to Margaret. "Aha! I knew you would give up at some point!" she exclaimed. Heslumped down in his chair and sighed, "So, what exactly was the purpose of this game?"
"Well, I don't know, maybe I was feeling quite amorous for you." Margaret sat down and hugged him, which prompted him to kiss her on the lips. Her cheeks turned bright red, for she was the one that was caught off guard this time.
The End