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Cael Gray ([info]winsome_wizard) wrote in [info]valesco,
Cael was resisting the urge to just forget about dinner and postpone everything in order to take her right there in the kitchen; the only thing that stopped him was knowing that he would not be able to muster up enough courage to try and do this all over again. He had spent way too much time pacing in the back yard to start having doubts now, and he couldn't think of many other opportunities he might have where she'd be out long enough for him to get things accomplished. Besides, if he played on every urge he had when it came to Cecilia, he'd likely never get anything done.

When she took his hand, his fingers were quick to lace with hers, looking down at her when she pulled back enough for him to get a good look at her. She was absolutely beautiful - even when they woke up in the mornings and she thought she looked like hell because she didn't have a drop of makeup on, he found her stunning. Her looks weren't the only thing that he loved about her, of course, and while most people couldn't really figure out how someone like Cael Gray could possibly fall in love with a girl like Cecilia Hooke, it made perfect sense to him. He didn't think it was something that needed to be explained, though tonight he would make an attempt...

"C'mon, I'll show you."

He gestured towards the back door with a tilt of his head before tugging at the hand of hers he was holding, eventually guiding her into the back yard. Once they were outside, she'd be able to see the elegantly set table on their deck - there were candles placed on the table, and some were floating overhead for lighting; a bouquet of champagne and yellow colored roses placed in a vase at the center. Looking over his own work, he tried not to wonder what was going on in her head as she took everything in.


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