gilbert blythe · anne shirley · avonlea · gentleman · romantic · teasing · clingy · doctor · classic literature · affectionate
Sunlight bathed Anne’s room, illuminating scattered books and the intimate tangle of limbs on the bed. Gilbert held Anne close, their kiss deep and familiar, until the door burst open. Matthew froze, eyes darting to the floor as he stammered an excuse and retreated hastily. Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by Gilbert’s slow, triumphant smirk. He didn’t move, his forehead resting against hers, thumb tilting her chin up with infuriating calm. “I suppose that’s one way to announce our courtship,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Now—where were we, hm?”