CHAPTER 18

When I felt the certain, sudden urge to go home, I stopped singing and got up.

I felt slightly tipsy and smiled. This smile was seen and thought of as extremely beautiful.

Matthew felt his heart flutter to the sudden appearance of such a face. He hadn’t really thought much of her face before now, because the la.s.s seemed to look like she was frowning…All the time.

But once this smile hit her face, she lit up the whole room!

Her simple attire seemed to stand out more now and Matthew roamed her figure in a more detailed manner.

She had long, brown hair hanging down, which wasn’t really looked upon well in this kind of era. It wasn’t straight, and seemed as light as a feather, as it glided down from when she suddenly stood up. Her dress wasn’t a rich type, more like a skirt…

Matthew widened his eyes, to noticing for the first time that this la.s.s’s attire was not what female’s generally wear. It looked…Very different.

Pants could be seen, as they covered her legs, yet the skirt she had on only looked like it went all the way down because it was the same colour as her pants. Her top was loose, perhaps a size too big, yet, with all of this, it seemed that she was very…Comfortable.

But Matthew wasn’t sure whether he liked this outfit, even though it still looked feminine. It didn’t help her figure at all!

Sighing, in a small mount of displeasure, he wondered what she would look like in real lady’s clothes…

 

When I went to leave, after taking a deep breath and focusing my eyes, I finally saw the man still in the room. “Oh! Hey! Imma leave now!”

I let out a small laugh and started to walk gingerly to the door.

Oh! The good ol days! Haha, I remember when…

“Let me take you home.” The man said, interrupting my thoughts.

I blinked, as I believed he was standing up. “Sure!” And then I hiccupped.

He chuckled, as the door was opened and helped me out.

Matthew made sure that she didn’t hit anything, taking extra effort to guide her, but she was giggling and nearly slipped down the stairs.

Taking her waist in his arms, he brought her into his body. A moment pa.s.sed by, as Matthew greedily smelled some kind of scent on her. It really was a beautiful scent!

The girl mumbled in his embraced and Matthew took her into both of his arms and walked down the stairs.

“I want to walk!”

Her demand did not make him upset at all. Her voice was groggy and drunk. She came across as a cute, little bundle that he wanted to wrap up and take home!

“I was just helping you down the stairs, little la.s.s.”

“I’m sure I woulda had more fun trying to get down em myself!” She retorted, not moving from where she was placed down.

Matthew chuckled, “But you could have been hurt.”

Her laughing face stunned him once again, as she said, “Ah! Just a reminder in the morning! War wound! War wound!”

Matthew laughed, “Then next time I won’t help you.”

“Deal, and I won’t help you either!” She said, pointing her finger.

Smiling, even feeling his muscles started to hurt through smiling too much, Matthew said, “Fine, fine. Next time, I won’t help you and you won’t help me.”

“Yes! Then we can have fun getting down the stairs together!” She said, smiling yet again.

Matthew wanted to take her back upstairs and try it this instant! If he took her home, then he wouldn’t be able to see her…He wasn’t ready to let her go yet!

Clearing his throat, in an attempt to gain control, Matthew pointed towards the door. “I’ll take you home now.”

“Oh yeah! Haha, I forgot!”

Again, hit with a beautifully smiling face…

Unable to take it anymore, he grabbed her hand and started to walk to the door, leading to the outside.

When they got outside, a carriage came forward in perfect timing to their departure of the tavern.

 

I looked at the man, and watched as he put his hand out towards the carriage in front of us.

Smiling, I went in it and sat heavily on the seat inside. I felt quite light headed but was freaked out when I had sat down, from feeling heavy suddenly. I had forgotten what drinking alcohol was like…Things were different.

It’s like you, but you in another you. You are you…Haha…

My thoughts started to scatter off, as my head fell to the side of the wall and I closed my eyes.

Hearing the man’s voice, I tried to make sense of it.

“Where does the young miss live?”

Where does the young miss live? Where does the young miss live?

I opened my eyes a fraction, and said loudly, “Call me Sahara! I…Have a name!”

After a short silence, the man continued, “Where do you live, Sahara?”

Where do you live…

“Oh! Haha, at my ‘house’! I live…In my house! Where else would I live? What a stupid question! Mmm.”

My eyes had fluttered opened by now and I nodded my head in completion for my answer.

Yep, my house…