I finished lighting the last candle and smiled at how much I was able to accomplish thanks to Greta in a matter of an hour. As soon as I regained my sanity and breath and located myself in time and space after such a kiss, I left the room looking for Greta as quickly as I could.
I smiled when I remembered his face of confusion and then mischief when he understood my plans. My request was simple: candles, a lighter, a tray with grapes, strawberries and chocolate, plus a bottle of that special wine and, last but not least, flavored essential oil. Back in my parent's house, I had many of those, but not here; luckily, Greta managed to get me one from Bergamot, which reduces stress and helps combat skin conditions. Just what I was looking for.
Now, I find myself arranging the stretcher I had
