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,
Dexter (POV)A few weeks ago, on the flight home from the majestic mountains. I spent the entire time on the plane writing songs for my new album."My Dance With You." Inspired by Taesha Tran, I signed smiling.One song after another pours out of me like hot lava. Beautiful melodies came from my perfectionism, and every detail I wrote from it's inception to its conclusion came from heartfelt feelings. Each lyric I jotted down embodied my experience with Taesha for those four beautiful days and nights.The album was about her making me feel pure and alive. I couldn't hear the sound of music without thinking of Taesha. All my thoughts of Taesha became poetic lyrics. 'She was such a beautiful, free-spirited, independent soul.'Taesha inspired feelings within me without us having sexual contact. 'It seems Impossible!' I thought. But that's when I knew I had become a changed man, a different man, a better man because of a woman of quality. It came time to go into the studio to record my a
Dexter was moping around as he dressed for the party, still trying to figure out how he could not attend this event. He loved his cousin like a brother. They were raised to always be there for one another as a family. That is what was stuck in Dexter's head as he forced himself to get dressed and leave his house. Thinking about his family and Riley always warmed his heart, and it often motivated him to give of himself even when he didn't feel like doing something.For instance, to name a few. My family and Sunday dinners have taken place for as long as I can remember. My grandmother made sure we were a close-knit family. And they weren't all that keen about inviting others over, but Riley and I would always have some surprise guests now and then.Dexter laughed, thinking about when they were teenagers at these Sunday dinners with the family, they weren't allowed to drink alcohol. But when the adults would go off into the living room talking and drinking, he and Riley would sneak into
I toss the phone on my king-size bed as I prepare to get dressed for a party I was the least interested in attending. I promise you, if Riley weren't family, I wouldn't go tonight to this event. I wanted to call Taesha tonight, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. When I do call her, I don't want anything to interfere. I'm going to make sure my schedule is all clear. So I stand in my walk-in closet, trying to figure out what to wear. Everything is already color-coordinated. My stylist has the closet organized with black items to my left and gray clothing to my right. The pinstripe white and gray shirts are in one section, and my ties come in shades of blues, reds, golds, and multi-colors. That way, it wouldn't matter which one I picked. It all will match superbly. But tonight, I'm not going to wear a tie that would require me to put on a suit. So, I pick something else to wear from the casual section in my closet. "Humm, what to wear?" I tap my finger on my chin. Then, I begin
When the light hit the person who stepped through the door, I was shocked at who I saw. In all the years I been knowing this person. It was my first time seeing her face. I was utterly shocked by it all! But something was wrong! It wasn't Taesha! No, it was my ex from ten years ago. Candance Coldwell came through that door, and it was her face that I could see in color with my eyes! I shook my head, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me. When I opened them again, the woman who had just walked through the door was Candance Coldwell. With long, red hair and darkest brown eyes. The tight black tank top accentuates her small breast, that's for sure, but the short little red skirt has every man's attention right now. It fits snugly around her heart-shaped backside and hits mid-thigh, with lean legs, a mile long. Her entire outfit leaves little to the imagination, and if the lustful looks of half of the men in this club are any indication, she's fulfilling many fantasies all over the
Candance sat there shaking her head. At the same time, Dexter expressed what has been sitting in his heart for ten years."I don't like to have to repeat things of the past, and I was willing to let by gone be by gone, but you showed up here asking me to give you another chance. So you must have forgotten. I told you something that I have never shared with anyone. Remember Candance, that conversation?"She hung her head, nodding yes. Dexter went on to recant word for word that conversation that night for her. "What is it, Dexter? You can share anything with me. I love you with all my heart." "I know. That's why I'm opening up to you. Uhmm, my secret is I have a rare and complicated form of color blindness." "Oh my God! What does that mean? You can't see any colors at all?" "Well, as I grew up, the amount of color I can see diminished over the years. By the time I'd turned four, I couldn't see anything in color anymore." "Candance, you became very quiet that night, like you
Dexter's Reality: I had never considered myself a particularly private person, especially with my family, until I had something big to hide from my loving but overly involved family. So my Gamma, auntie, and mamma are dying for me to start dating someone, yet they had no idea I had found someone. A smile split my face as I drove across town from my home to an area called the Northeast Kingdom of Burlington. Every Sunday, I go to my Gamma's house when I'm not on a tour or a business trip. What should I do? Do I tell them to prepare them for what's to come, or do I keep it a secret? "Riley's in the house!" Gamma's youngest grandson shouts in a party tone walking through the front door. "Wow! Everything looks delicious, Gamma!" Riley says as the aroma of well-prepared food hits his nostrils."Come give me my hug." Riley gives his sprite but seventy-two-year-old Grandmother a big hug and kiss. "Oh, you didn't think I wasn't going to have my celebration party for my handsome FBI Agent