Much sweeter. That could mean so many things. Things that made Emmeline's heart race and cheeks flush. Even if he hadn't meant it in such a way, she couldn't help her mind from wandering. She was very much an innocent in comparison, it was something she was well aware of, but she wasn't totally oblivious either. She'd heard things. Even read them. And the very idea of sharing anymore more than a kiss with Charlie was something that equally excited and terrified her. But surely he hadn't meant that.

"I feel bad for the poor school owls I'll have to use," she said with a smile, "You'll need to leave your old man at home. I don't want to kill him with all of our communications." Truly, that would destroy her. The poor thing succumbing because they were over working him. It was an awful thought.

She nodded though, "I think I can. I've managed this long without you, haven't I?" She hadn't known what she'd been missing before but she was sure she could managed. She hoped.

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