Evening settled over the house, a deep and welcoming peace descended with it. Eric sat on the edge of Delia's large, comfortable bed, hugging a soft pillow to his chest as he watched her. The room was bathed in the warm, gentle glow of lanterns, their flickering flames dancing on the walls.
She came out of the washroom, a cloud of warm, clean steam following her. She was wrapped in a thick, white towel, her skin still rosy from the hot bath. Eric watched, a soft, lovesick smile on his face, as she dried herself with an unselfconscious grace. He felt a profound sense of contentment, a quiet joy in simply being able to witness these small, private moments of their life together.
