Candles and Moonlight

He placed the candle next to the bed and grinned wickedly.

“No. I’m too embarrassed.” She put a hand over her mouth, but could still feel the flush of excitement creep up her face.

“You can trust me. I will never laugh at you or take you for granted.” He kissed her fingers lingeringly.

‘All right then.”

In the morning he was gone, his side of the bed already cold. She’d have thought it a dream but for the wax of the candle that dripped down the side of her night stand.
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