The ride home was quiet. Dexter didn't know how to break the thick ice of tension that had developed between them. Their romantic and sensual night they were having had suddenly come to an end, and he didn't know why. There was no explanation or anything. Then, finally, Taesha abruptly left him on the dance floor. She gathered her things and walked out of the "Cut restaurant.During the drive home, she asked. "Are you sliding your eyes over here at me?" Taesha sounded agitated."No, I'm not sliding my eyes at you," Dexter replied. Things got quiet again. Dexter wanted to kick himself for pretending like her coldhearted actions weren't bothering him. But how could he tell her that he enjoyed seeing her pretty face even though it looked irritated? They finally arrived at the cabin. The minute Dexter opened the cabin door Taesha walked through it and went straight to her bedroom, closing the door and leaning against it. "Why? Why? Does he make me feel this way?" Her body tingled with
"Perhaps I'm reluctant because this thing we are experiencing feels so good it's got to be something wrong with it. And trust me, I'm not trying to get hurt or disappointed." You. "Taesha, let me reassure you, I've never been the type of man to desire love. I never knew what love was and had no desire to know. For the first time in my life, these emotions I have for you are so refreshing. Only words of endearment fill my heart when I look at you and think about you. I know what we feel is undeniable and rare to be experiencing in such a short period. Love doesn't happen like this with anyone. Today when I sat down and wrote that song about you. I liked my thoughts. The words came into my mind and heart with such ease. I don't smile. But I've I'm smiling now for no apparent reason. You give me a whole new range of affections and sentiments. If this is what love is supposed to feel like, then I want it. I want it with you." "Woah! Hold your horses there, pal! Hey, we are getting deep
His mind and body stirred with great need. His hand reached out to touch and feel every inch of her body. If only he could show her how he felt about her. The words she uttered, she'd liked kissing him and hadn't wanted to stop. How was he supposed to walk away knowing that? But Dexter didn't want to scare her away by showing her how badly he wanted her. So instead, he leaned close to her ear, inhaling, taking in her sweet scent he'd become addicted to already. "Hm-mm. A very long, happy three days it's been." Trust. His trust is vital. Dexter wanted her to trust him. So he forced himself to stand up straight as he tiptoed out of the room. He collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes, now grappling with his strong desires, willing himself to sleep. "I can do this..." Dexter found himself a few minutes later in her bedroom. "How did I end up in here?" He asked, confused. Taesha's body was his greatest damnation. He craved her and the way she came alive beneath his fingers. She'
I raised the bed covers up to my neck, staring at him as he stared back at me, and when he blinked slowly again, I saw a fresh set of tears slide down his cheeks. I didn't know what to do, he looked as if he needed something, but I didn't know what. Emotionally, he confused me; tears drew me to his open vulnerability, and I wanted to comfort him. But at the same time, he didn't look like the Dexter I had come to know these three days. It made me a little fearful. I knew that I had to stop beating around the bush. "Listen, if you're not going to say anything or tell me what's wrong. You are going to need to get out of this bedroom." Dexter grimaced (a twisted expression on his face.) in response to my words, which seemed to have no effect as he maintained eye contact with me. "What? Are you all right?" After what felt like minutes, he shook his head slowly, no. I tried to smile, knowing I was under his scrutiny. His gaze was unsettling, but strangely I felt more exposed than a
The weather forecast was correct; the heavy snow was over, but it was still cold even though the sun was shining so bright. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful day to be out of the cabin. Dexter pulls up to the mechanic shop across the street from the clip & Dye hair salon and boutique. They read the sign across the street, Gas, Repairs, Oil changes, Used cars for sale, Plowing machines, and Firewood. We do it all.""Now there's a combination you don't see every day," Dexter utters as they laugh. They stepped out of the car, and this was the first day you could see the charming little town amid the majestic mountains. The area has colorfully painted buildings that house a variety of expensive small businesses. They had the Fish and-ski-hike store that displays fishing rods and gear, snowboards, and hiking boots in the window. "Look, Dexter, they even have an art gallery," Taesha smiles."Who would have thought all this was here in this little town," Dexter replied.The gallery shared
Taesha always smells fantastic. If it's not her hair, it's her skin or stylish clothing. He looks at how those leather pants hugged her sexy round backside and how great everything else looks exquisite enough to stir up his passion."Hey, Dexter, do you want to sit at the table or over here on the sofa and watch television?" "Uhmm...at the table." "Alright." Taesha set the table with candles and dinnerware. Then she prepares their plates."I'm waiting on the garlic bread Mr.," She says to Dexter.Dexter pulled the oven open. "Coming right up." Dexter sits at the table and digs into his plate of food."I'm very impressed. It's delicious," Dexter says. "I'm glad you like it," Taesha replies. "Dexter, you boiled those noodles to near perfection, and I've never had greater-tasting garlic bread. Mmm..." She said, playfully teasing Dexter. All he could do was smile at her teasing him as they continued to enjoy the meal to the full. "No, seriously, I see you put a hundred percent into w
Yawning and stretching her arms, she states. "Dexter, I'm going to say good night." Taesha stood up as Dexter held onto her hand. When he heard her say let's go our separate ways. Dexter thought about how he wouldn't be able to see her or have this colorful light of vision at all again. He didn't want to lose her or go back into the darkness. A dark world without vibrant color and light, he realizes, is awful, especially now that Dexter's been exposed to the warmth of her smile and beautiful face. He looked up at her clear burnished golden brown eyes that were open, honest, and filled with expressions of her fears and desires. "Taesha, please don't go." He uttered low and sultrily. "But I don't want either of us to get hurt here. Our hearts are already too involved so fast, and I can't explain or understand how that has happened. I don't want to add more pain by involving our bodies. It'll only make it ten times harder to go our separate ways. So, Dexter, let's put on the brakes her
Within ten minutes on the highway, his vision of color started to fade. The warmth that had invaded his heart began to melt like the snow disappeared as the green trees and grass reappeared. But only momentarily Dexter saw the green grass, brown leaves, and blue sky. The sun even resent as the ash gray took hold of his sight. Tears pour from his eyes like never-ending waterfalls. Dexter's drive home was solemnly quiet, head filled with thoughts of the last few days spent with Taesha. This experience with a female and all its purity was a first in many ways. However, Dexter knew he had to dismiss the best time he's ever had because he would be home soon and back to reality. Taesha and having his sight would have to be a beautiful memory. Dexter knew when he arrived back at his vacation home. It would be to pack, rest, and then prepare to head to his house. He opens the door, hits the light switch, and realizes he doesn't need it. Here it goes again. The dark, the worst side of him,