Yin's POV
I didn't know if she'd like it or not, but I was hoping for the best as I led her out of our room with her eyes closed.
Her hand in mine felt small and delicate, and I was hyper-aware of every point of contact between us. The softness of her skin. The way her fingers curled trustingly around mine.
This was a mistake. I should have just shown her the room without all this ceremony, without the touching and the closeness and the way her perfume—something floral and sweet—was making it hard to think straight.
But I wanted to see her face when she saw it. I wanted to capture that moment of surprise and joy. Maybe this was a bad idea and she wouldn't like such a grand gift but i could only hope for the best.
