Chapter 111 One hundred and Eleven

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

The feelings that I experienced at the surprise dinner with Adrian were new; raw, and they were as terrifying as they were exciting. More than I cared to admit, these new feelings coursed through my body and surged through my being, every waking moment, in those days that led after the dinner. I could barely look at Adrian without my chest surging or without my heart beating as fast as a horse's gallop; it was frightening to feel and I feared, and dreaded, that moment when I would have to accept these feelings of mine for what they really were.

The days following the surprise dinner rolled by faster than I hoped than they would and without much warning or alerting, the day of my truth finally arrived.

That morning was like any other morning that I'd had in the house that I now shared with my husband. I woke up to the sunlight, in its full glory, shining its bright and luscious light; as usual, the morning sun light licked its way, mutely, through the closed cream col