“Are you sure about this, London?” I asked incredulously, looking down at the dimly lit candle that flickered silently between our bodies. She reached across the gap separating us, gently grasping my forearm. When her soft fingertips brushed up against me, my gaze shot upwards, catching hers. “Only of you want to…” she said longingly, her dark brown eyes gazing fixedly into mine. London was a friend of mine. We’d met onli...