William found his way to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Lucy. He brought his head in towards her neck, to kiss her, but she stopped him with a look. She met his eyes and held them with her own. Her grip on the quilt that she’d tightened around her mostly naked body loosened but, in the moment, she no longer felt exposed.
In this moment, if at no other, Lucy was in control. She spoke his name like it was a question. “William?”
Suddenly William looked like the proverbial cat that had been caught with its paw in the proverbial bird cage. He wore a s**t eating grin that fit his face like a glove.
William: “Yes…?"
Lucy: "Aren’t you forgetting something?"
Lucy looked around. All of the lights had been left on in the bedroom. She was telling him to turn them off and she believed
