Milo Sinclair lowered his head and kissed her rambling lips, "There's a match tomorrow. We need to rest well tonight."
So, what was meant for the evening was moved to the afternoon.
In a daze, Shea Thorne saw Milo Sinclair press a button on the nightstand, and the curtains automatically closed, plunging the room into darkness.
"No, don't draw the curtains," Shea immediately refused. She had been feeling okay, but the moment it got dark, that dreadful fear surged through her.
The atmosphere and feeling were finally right, she didn't want a little lack of light to ruin it.
"Afraid of the dark?" Milo stopped to ask, "Last time, I lit some calming incense for you. Should I light some more this time?"
Shea immediately realized why she had felt muddled before, with no memory of the next day. It seemed to be the effect of that small incense burner.
