Chapter 3
Gerard Albright the Third rubbed his hands together, thinking about his latest missive to his lady love. Had she received it yet? Had she read it? His fingers danced over the images he'd captured of her, a collection that had grown increasingly personal and intimate. The more recent ones were his favorites, and he let his finger linger possessively over the contours of her soft, brown hair. Emily. Even her name sounded pretty, a melody to his hopeful desires.
“You love me, don’t you?” he whispered, leaning closer, pretending that Emily was here in person. “I know you’re shy, but very soon, we’ll be together.”
Gerard giggled as he danced away from the pictures. But as soon as he heard the sound, he slapped a hand over his mouth. His mother had warned him that his giggle sounded “wrong” to other people’s ears. Gerard wondered if she’d meant to say creepy. He didn’t think of himself in that way, but he knew other people might.
Then his eyes returned to his collage. “You don’t think I’m creepy do you, my love?” A moment later, Gerard let loose a whole string of giggles, reveling in the anticipation of his upcoming love affair.