He leaned his cheek on her hard deltoid and thought for a moment, playing with her fingers idly before standing up straight and smiling at her.

The lamp in the living room cast a sufficient glare onto the balcony for them to discern one another.

He raised a finger to remain there before dashing inside for a moment. He came back with a contented grin, brandishing four little scented Glade candles in glass containers. They usually kept them around to use in candlebaths. She grinned and took a couple of glasses from him. "Vanilla? My favorite," she announced happily as she laid them out strategically on the table. When they...