Ryn of Avonside - 102: A Conversation of Fours

... to take that break, because my god were we hungry for each other. Most nights we simply collapsed in bed or on a couch and cuddled, too tired for anything more. Not that I hated doing that or anything, but I was in love with a human, not a plushie.

Leaving my room, we entered the girls’ floor common room. It was getting pretty messy these days, with one corner occupied by Catherine’s growing mountain of books. Grace had a little mechanic’s corner too where she was practicing maintenance ...