#shilbert

This was really wrong -and very improper. Anne was still giggling when Gilbert pulled her into the empty room.

His lips cut her giggling and Anne sighed against Gilbert’s soft kisses.

She swore she could feel the heat of his hands on her waist despite the fabric between them. Her fingers tightened on his jacket’s lapel, pulling him closer to her.

She felt Gilbert’s laughter against her mouth. “What?” She asked confused.

His smile was pure fondness. “You taste like sweet tea.”

“Since we’re parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire, you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please don’t be alarmed, I don’t expect your favor, but I can’t in good conscience not reveal myself. I am not engaged, nor will I be, unless it’s to you Anne, my Anne with an E. It always has been and always will be you.