She prepared the candles.
The bed was dressed in satin sheets.
Pictures of the one scattered all across the floor.
It didn't take a reach of the imagination for the images to start popping up in her head.
Skin. Tastes. Breath. Smells. All sorts of noises.
She opened her eyes.
In bed, she stared at herself in the mirror on the ceiling.
All she could see was his face.
And on her lips, a mischievous grin.
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