The sweet chants of the early morning birds summons my senses from my delightful sleep, making me growl, turning around, actually, chancing to turn around, but in terrific vain. I am buckled up to the warm and possessively dominant arms of Jerol behind me, our raw flesh against the other. He is virtually stifling me with his tight grip and I can't tell whether he knows.
I close my eyes, the waves of the glorious recalls of last night cruising through my mind, reminding me of that moment of raw confectionary madness and pleasure. Magical. Bliss - it was pure bliss.
I shut my eyes tighter, bitterly acquiting a tight-lipped chuckle.
If any moment has ever been beautiful in my pathetic miserable life up until now, it was last night. It was the only time the phrases "happiness" and "pleasure
