“Morally Grey, Enemies to Lovers, Grumpy-slash-Sunshine,’ he read off the other candle labels. ‘Slow Burn, at least that one makes sense for a candle.’ He set the last candle down and found Kira laughing at him. ‘Here, this one suits you best,’ she said, handing him a candle with Cinnamon Roll written on the side. He sniffed it. ‘Smells good. Still don’t get what any of that means, though.”
