I'm not sure so much food and other material has ever been moved such a distance by two people in such a short amount of time. My hand was being held happily and taken to her room within fifteen minutes.
"Before we wash… do you have a candle?"
Kyrie let go and moved to the chest of drawers near her window. Opening the bottom one, she pulled out what looks to be a book of matches and a glass that clinks softly against what sounds like companions.
She shows off the white, encased votive candle from across the room with a nod my way. Which makes me raise an eyebrow in suspicion. And my tongue run before my brain can think to stop it.
"You kept mood lighting in your room? For what? For who? What else is in there?"
"Emergency candles. Unscented. For power outages. You're welcome to dig through all my things."
Honestly, I'm tempted to do so. After we shower. Logically… I know that her excuse makes the most sense, but my brain wants to scramble this world's romanticisms with my own.
