A hand on your back, and a book in the other, Mary-Beth was nothing if not content. She allowed you to cling to her as you both laid in the bed, lounging the afternoon away.

Her lips stalled as she finished reading a section of dialogue, a sigh leaving her mouth. She giggled, softly. “Oh, Mr. Rochester is such a romantic, isn’t he?”

Mary-Beth was a sucker for romance, and you didn’t mind listening to her swoon over these romance books. She laid the book down, using her thumb to flip the page.