So, this clearly isn't 100-195 words. Lol. It's 312. :/ I got carried away. It's hard to condense this one, but the more the merrier. Enjoy. More to come. Feel free to send me requests. :)
Abbie walked into the kitchen to fix a bowl of vanilla ice cream for herself. She thought Crane would wait outside on the porch, but she heard his footsteps and the clink of his Scotch glass when he placed it in the sink. It was his turn to wash the dishes.
"I was coming back. You want some?" she said as she put two scoops in a small glass bowl. She closed the ice cream container.
"No, but thank you, Leftenant. It is just...Your confession about your father was a brave one. I'm glad you found the courage to share it with me."
Abbie put the dessert in the freezer. "You provided the space for me to do it, Crane. Is that all?"
"It seemed difficult for you, and I wanted to comfort you."
He put his hands behind his back.
Abbie ate some of her ice cream and lowered her eyebrows. "You did. You listened and encouraged me."
He sighed. "Not enough, Abbie. I wanted to ask..."
"Spit it out, Crane."
"I wanted to hold you."
He stared at her ice cream. Abbie put her spoon down and stepped in front of him. He still didn't look at her.
"Crane, it's okay."
He looked at her now. "You wouldn't be opposed?"
She shook her head. He hesitated at first, but he finally touched her waist. She put her hands on his arms. They stared at each other; then Abbie nodded her head. He pulled her until he felt the light press of her chest on his, and she laid her head on his coat lapel. As she played with the creases in his coat sleeve; he placed his hand through her curls. She closed her eyes, inhaled while he exhaled. His eyes closed, too.
"Thank you, Ichabod."
"I am always right here, Abbie."
She didn't care if her ice cream melted.