“Izzy Stradlin, Izzy Stradlin, ..Izzy Stradlin.”
I licked my lips before I had deliberately pushing breath past my lips, blowing the candle out and then waited a couple minutes before relighting the wick. My eyes start to focus to the light and the surrounding, seeing if anything had happened or not. Suddenly, I had felt a pair of hands touch my hips. I raised the candlestick and saw those pair of hands.. It was hands of a man, its masculine, veins, and looked like it had good use. The presence made itself known. Seeing the bigger figure behind me, I raised the candlestick higher.
There. There was the man I called for.
“What are you doing?” He asked, interrupting the silence and the mood was ruined. I sighed and turned to him. “Babe— You were suppose to play along.” I held the candlestick between us as it had a golden hue between us both. It was our only source of light at the moment. “Sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away to smile down at me. I just rolled my eyes and blew the candle out.