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There were two things he hoped for when the lights went out.
One was, they came back on; the other was that his focus would still be on what he was focusing before the darkness engulfed them.
The room was silent, an unnerving feeling he decided, as he wasn’t used to silence.
All he was aware of was the breathing, his own and his companion.
There was a slight movement, and he felt her body heat against his own.
Then a hand settled over his and fingers wrapped around his.
He felt safe; she provided a sense of security as they waited out the darkness.
In a flash, the light returned, and they both breathed a sense of relief.
Her face was by now inches from his own and her breath was inciting him to thoughts he didn’t think she would entertain. After all, he was the plain Jane in this equation and she the outstanding beauty.
Her hand reached out and touched his cheek, her fingers softly caressed his rough chin, she smiled at him and into her eyes he fell, once again.
His focus had returned, and the light glimmered off the rim of her glasses as if drawing him in and leaving him in no doubt he was where he should be.
How could one person, be such a shining example of both outer and inner beauty?
Today was a day like so many. He basked in her love and affection, he treasured his time with her, she had done so much for him, but mostly she had shown him the way out of his darkness and into her light.