A Love Unseen

sh rise to her cheeks. "I gu

ts the stranger respectfully. 'Good evening, Mr. Bla

e space as he disappeares into the night, leaving Aurora standing alone with the new comer and feeling a slight sense of fatigue. But before she can react, Ethan Blackwood,

ves her heels with practiced ease, for he has done

g out the kinks. "Oh, stop that," Aurora whines, lau

e not exactly in a pos

the concrete floor when he knelt down and produces a pair

ief as her feet sink into t

e at the corners as

eeling a littl

er heels, and he frowns. "You'v

carefully applies them to the back of each f

culous as always, thank you," she gives him a smile

ing with amusement. "I'll c

You've never failed to collect on

s her arms around Ethan, embracing him with an energetic hug. "Senior,

moment before pulling away. He ruffles her hair, his eyes

up now. No more crying," he sa

on her lips. "Come on in, Senior," she says, steppin

limps on her sore legs. Once they are in the foyer, they co

comes them. "Ethan, dear boy, it's so good to see you! And

ker laughs, looking

out now. Would you see to it that she freshens up and soaks her feet in hot water? Also, please let her feet s

eyes twinkling. "Of cou

nd grabs an apron from the kitchen. "I'll start on some t

r!" and Mrs. Jenkins just smiles, recalling that her Miss had told h

to Aurora's comment, his ey

vegetables and simmering broth fill the air

ed a soft, creamy white, and the furniture is sleek and minimalist. However, the decor is decide

spotlessly clean. The fridge is stocked with an impressive array of ingredients

kes sit proudly, their frosting and decorat

ozy slippers Ethan got her. The bubbly girl is wearing soft, fluffy fleece PJs with a fun graphic print, and he

bowls, evenly filled with steaming Chinese noodles, sit on

exclaims, picking up her chopsticks and digging in with gusto. "Mmmmm, I've missed these

h heritage and for birthing you... Swears I don't know w

so you know, I'm well aware that you're just looking for an opportunity to ask her to c

ill be no again because she doesn't want y

t voice, sitting down beside he

idnap him; I'll just use my feminine charm t

us on his food and alternately watching Aurora

, Rory! You're

ll full, but she does slow

lowing easily. They talk about old times, share stories about how they've

and urges Aurora to head upstairs to bed. 'You n

uth with her hand, and then heads upstairs, her footsteps quiet on the st

his usual spot, feeling the weariness of the day catch up with him. As he drifts off to s

night's sleep. He lies still for a moment, listening to the quiet sounds of the condo coming t

fore. He finishes cooking ten minutes before her usual wake-up time, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to take c

s a note to it that reads: "Good morning, sleepyhead! - Senior" and grins, knowing that Au

security keypad. He recalls the password being an inside joke from the

n to his surprise, and he exits, calling