Alfred grinned at her. "You're the one who has to get back to work," he teased. Technically, he did, too, but there was no pressing, time-bound work to be done at the Sanditon for the rest of the season. He was planning to put several of the boats there into winter storage, but not necessarily because of the winter — the weather charm surrounding the Sanditon meant the boats were safe from frost or winter squalls. He was only moving them out to minimize the normal wear and tear they'd accumulate from sitting at the dock for months without being used, since they expected far less traffic in the off season. In any case, he could do that on September 30th just as easily as October 30th or November 30th; if they overstayed their holiday Herbert Fudge was unlikely to haunt him.
"We could just take a short nap," he suggested, though that was unlikely. If he did talk her into bed, they'd more likely just spend the rest of the day there, occasionally making remarks about how they ought to go back to sailing and then falling back into a pattern of kisses instead.
"We could just take a short nap," he suggested, though that was unlikely. If he did talk her into bed, they'd more likely just spend the rest of the day there, occasionally making remarks about how they ought to go back to sailing and then falling back into a pattern of kisses instead.
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER