As the bedroom door slid open, Augustine used the back of his foot to shut it behind him, each step he took pulling him deeper into the room's dim glow.
Reaching the bed, Augustine gently laid Charles down, his touch careful but craving.
Without a word, he stepped back and walked over to the bedside table where a CD player rested, its presence quiet—waiting.
Augustine placed the string of the music player onto the CD, and within seconds, it began to spin softly, releasing a romantic melody that filled the room like warm silk.
The song, "I Think They Call This Love" by Elliot James Reay, drifted through the air, wrapping around them like a whispered confession.
The lyrics began to play…
They say, you know when you know
So let's face it, you had me at hello
Hesitation never helps
How could this be anything, anything else?
When all I dream of is your eyes
All I long for is your touch
And, darlin', something tells me that's enough, mm
You can say that I'm a fool
