“What are the other bears’ names, Steph?”
“Please forget that I said anything.”
“Never.”
I began blushing as I gulped the rest of the wine in my glass. She could never know the other names of the rest of my bears. They would go with me to my grave. I suddenly wanted to change the subject.
“What about anything else?”
She grabbed my glass and refilled it. Clink in the garbage and a pop of another bottle being opened. As the glass was thrust back into my right hand, she grabbed my left and led me to my bathroom. There we stood in front of the mirror. Behind me, I heard a flick as the lights went off. A second later, I listened to the grinding of a lighter being flicked on.
“Where did you get a candle?” I said as I saw her starting to light it.
“It was in the living room.”
“Wait. Not t
