The Burning Candle

Bedroom

Ava woke once more in the embrace of her god. A girl could get used to this, she thought sleepily. And then she blinked. And blinked again.
“Uh….”
Aire chuckled mischievously and squirmed next to her. “Something wrong?”
“W-where are we?”
He laughed again and kissed her neck. “Welcome to my place.”
“B-but-”
He sat up a bit and pulled her hair from her frightened face. “Well, yesterday I spent the day at your place. So today you spend the day at mine.”
“I-I-”
“Deep breaths.”
She closed her eyes and breathed in and breathed out. Then she opened her eyes again and looked around. It was big and wonderful. As keeping with the bedroom of the God of Aire, one whole wall was a huge roof-to-floor window letting in a wonderful breeze. Everything in the room was a shade of white. The bed she was lying on was big, with four posts and white curtains pulled aside. She gave a small laugh. It was perfect. So big and spacey.
She looked at him. “Where do we begin?”