Darker London

Julian opened the door, admitting Aislinn first, before stepping in behind her. The smell of dinner hit his nostrils as he helped Aislinn take her jacket off. It smelled delicious. "Boots too," Julian pointed at Aislinn's sparkly wellies before removing his own jacket. Aislinn groaned but complied. Honestly, if you let her, she would wear her sparkly wellies to bed. She loved them.

( Awwww )