heathen’s kiss

The entire time, Phoebe stood stock still in her spot, simply watching as if completely unable to move a single limb – and really it felt that way. It was unclear to her why he had this effect on her, but she was certain she had never met anyone quite like him before. Perhaps that was why? But once the door latch clicked shut, she breathed a sigh (was it of relief?), as though whatever spell he had cast had been lifted. Still in a bit of a daze she finished cleaning and made her way to bed, not sure what to make of her evening. The next day she rose early and did the washing, making sure to clean and dry Sunjata’s shirt as well. She figured it was better to return it sooner rather than later, even if he hadn’t seemed particularly attached to it. While it dried on a line out back, she baked some treats as well – lemon bars – because…because. She wasn’t sure why. She supposed since she was bringing his shirt, she may as well bring him something yummy too, and he had said he liked lemon. So with his nicely washed and folded shirt, and a little bag of lemon bars she headed out, asking around after him, in hopes of finding where he lived to give him his belongings and goodies. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself