Lennon curls into herself her neck and face impossibly turning more red. He’d see rose petals scattered on the bed, a heart forming across most of it. Lot candles provide the only light, illuminating an outfit with Lennon’s name on it. The thing about this outfit is that it’s made of sheer fabric and would leave practically nothing to the imagination. A small slip of paper under one of the candles reads [i]’Your welcome -H. J.’[/i] 

Zenith tilts her head to deepen the kiss.