“Oh.” She wished her face didn’t feel so hot, or that at least she could get her breathing to slow down to its normal rhythm.
“With you,” he continued, “I want daylight, or at least candles burning. So I can see you, and know you see me.”
“Oh,” she said again, and turned her head to look outside the window. She couldn’t seem to summon any better eloquence than that, just then.
I'm at the Emerald City Writers Conference this weekend, so I'll be late responding to any comments. But please do let me know what you think, and stop by the Six Sentence Sunday website to view other writers' excerpts.