Chapter 75 Red-handed.

"Oh dear God!" I awoke with a scream and a heavy pant.

My body is dripping with sweat, and I feel hot and sticky.

"What have I done?" I cry to myself, my hand reaching for my face as I try to cover when a sound of crack coming from within me has me at a standstill.

I can't move because I can't imagine the pain I'd experience if I did.

"This is what I get for getting ahead of myself."

"... mhmm~" I hear a small groan, slowly the bed sheet is pulled away from me and tucked nicely under Dexter who's sound asleep without a care in the world.

Unlike me, he's getting a nice rest while every bone in my body aches and I feel like a shrivelled-up plant.

Still, seeing him next to me feels so unreal.

Sticking a majestic pose and basking in the radiant sunlight, Dexter couldn't look any more perfect. It's almost as if he's right out of painting, or could it be that I'm dreaming?

"How beautiful," I softly whisper, leaning close to observe his jawline.

Hmm?

I draw in closer thinking it could have b