Re: Easter Egg | 4-25-2019 | Midnight
Christ, it was chilly. She shivered and pulled her covers further up her chest. Gael's eyes rose from her phone, suddenly, and her chest rose with a gasp but her face and lips didn't betray her. The game they played, their dance; she never would've imagined it going this far, even as a joke. Color her impressed.
"Steal a pack of gum."
And amused. "Yes, dark lord," she nodded, eyes still wide. But then, "Wait!" He was leaving! ... "What flavor?" the Irish lass pressed. Gael Spellman. Had a nice ring to it. Clearly, Morgan was Ambrose.