Just a little bit of feels for you before bed. :) This really is a blurb this time. Lol
Abbie and Crane sat at the wooden table in the archives. Books were in front of them and spread across the table. Crane took a sip of his tea while he skimmed a page with his finger. Abbie underlined and circled something. She sighed; Crane stared at her. With closed eyes, she stretched her arms, arched her back, and then titled her head. Left, right, front, back. He saw her collar bone, the small outpouring of her breasts. Crane's mouth opened. He didn't know what breathing was. The candles squirmed around her. She was beautiful./p