Flickering Anticipation

A moment in time.

He re-entered the room, flicking the hair away from his eyes. He noticed the candles that I had lit in his absence.

“Nice.” he said with a warm smile as he walked back over to me, the reflection of the candlelight flickering in his eyes.

I smiled back equally as warmly and took yet another sip from my glass of wine.

And it was nice. It was beyond nice. It was lovely.

As we took our seats back on the sofa in the dimly- lit room, I wished for the night to not end.