When the heavy wooden doors closed behind us the room smelled strongly of jasmine flowers and sandalwood candles placed carefully across the furniture. A large four poster bed draped in crimson silk stood in the center of the room while soft moonlight entered through the tall windows.
Julian remained in his wheelchair near the window while I stood awkwardly near the door unsure of what to say.
After several quiet seconds I finally spoke. “I can help you to the bed if you want,” I said gently.
He turned his head slowly and answered with a calm voice. “There is no need. I can manage.”
I nodded and began to step away, but suddenly I noticed tension in his shoulders and a faint tremor in his hands as they gripped the armrests of the chair. Instinct pushed me forward.
“Let me help,” I said while reaching under his arms to lift him carefully.
He stiffened immediately and warned me quietly. “Audrey, do not.”
My hands slipped on the smooth fabric of his jacket and in the next second both of us lost balance. We fell together onto the thick carpet, and I landed across his chest with my palms pressed against his shoulders.