Delilah could feel her pulse racing as Roy suddenly scooped her up into a bridal carry. Afraid that she would fall, she clung to him as they made their way toward the exit.
Despite her lack of sight in the cave, the thrill of being carried by her crush consumed her. She tried to hide her excitement, but her rosy cheeks and loving expression gave her away. Delilah attempted to address the situation, "Is it acceptable to pick up an unmarried woman whenever and however you like?"
Roy looked at her, taking in her beauty, from her nose that was red like wine to her rosy cheeks. His eyes danced with amusement, and he knew she couldn't see it. "Don't you like it?" he asked, not holding back his smile.
Delilah hesitated before answering. "Should I?"
He grinned. "If you feel embarrassed, I can carry you like a rice bag."
She imagined it and found it more embarrassing than being gently carried by him, "I suddenly think this position is quite comfortable."