Hello everyone:)

This is my last chapter (not last ever don't worry) before Christmas. Not that I will be too busy to write anything, quite the contrary actually, but I want to take this time to rest (the past few days were rougher than I would have ever imagined) and also because people (you my readers) might be too busy to read my fics or at least to busy to review. ;)

So, I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. In French now; Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année!!

Kaya

Chapter 29

Authoress

Josephine was writing something in Braille in the study, deep in concentration. She was so into what she was doing, that she did not seem to have noticed Erik's presence in the room and he was quite glad about it. He was observing her patiently, waiting for the right moment to tell her what he wanted to tell. Part of him was begging not to do that mistake, to leave her in her ignorance about his love for her. The other half longed to pour his soul at her feet.

An hour or so later, Josephine let down the needle she was using to emboss Braille characters in the sheet of paper, sighing loudly, contently, as she stretched her back and then her tired fingers. It was quite something to write with a needle. For no apparent reason, she let out a giggle, then rested her head on her hands.

-"Are you going to play the statue for another two hours Erik, or will you sit beside me?" She laughed lightly

Erik's eyes widened with embarrassment as he approached her very slowly, trying to find the right thing to say to explain his presence. How could he excuse himself for watching her the way he did? At least, she did not seem to take the thing badly so he guessed he did not have to be afraid of her reaction.

He cleared his throat one, twice, then looked down at what she had been doing while he wasspying on her. He was surprised to see the amount of work she did in so little time. There was quite an important pile of paper on the table, all embossed with Braille scripture. No matter why her fingers were tired and needed a stretch.

-"What were you doing?" He asked awkwardly

"Writing!" She grinned. "It's a story for children. I want it to be published someday, for blind kids."

This surprised Erik since Josephine never showed any interest in writing stories before. She was great as a composer, he wondered if she was as good as an authoress. He went to take one of the sheet, but she gave his hand a good though playful slap on his finger, just so it pinched a little, making him gasp as she giggled again.

-"No Erik, only when I'm finished!" She smiled

She had the most beautiful smile… His treacherous hand suddenly forced him to touch her pretty face and it was her turn to gasp, but she did not pull away. No, I can't! Erik thought suddenly, letting go before running from the study, his heart beating painfully in his chest. This was far more than he could bear. He should not have touched her, because now, he wanted more, oh so much more…