The candles get placed on the table, and he fishes around in his pocket. “I found this in the drawer.” He holds up a lighter. “Apparently, I have zero fucking boundaries when it comes to you. I want to apologize, but it feels wrong considering I’ll probably do it again.” He drops onto the sofa, placing the hollow metal crutches across his lap. “I will admit that I recognize it’s fucked up, and it always seems to land me in trouble, but I can’t stop.”
