Cherry
You let yourself in with your key. The room is dark except for a line of votive candles in red glass holders, in a direct line from the living room to the bedroom. The air smells of a sweet scent – sandalwood?. It’s too faint to be sure. You smile, put your purse down on the couch and kick off your shoes. Whatever comes next, it’s going to be nice to get off your feet. You undress, folding your clothes neatly and leaving them on the couch. Only when you’re completely naked do you venture to...