Chapter 31: Night-talk
Beatrix stiffened. He wanted her to stay with him?
"Alright, do you want me to turn on the lights?" Beatrix asked. The only source of light in the room was the soft flickering of the fire from the fireplace.
"No."
"Ermm...okay." Beatrix swallowed her apprehension, taking a step forward in concern.
"Ahh..Are you alright?" Beatrix asked. She didn’t know why he was sitting alone in the dark at this time of the day.
"You’re wearing glasses." He whispered instead, ignoring her question.
A hint of amusement laced in his voice. "I didn’t know."
Beatrix pushed said glasses up her nose and shrugged.
"I’m shortsighted. And I can’t read stuff well when
it’s dark." She forgot that she had been wearing contact lenses every time they met.
He smirked. "It’s cute."