The next morning came...
The sound of Denny's morning alarm clock woke him up as well as Trisha. They both stretched their hands up above their heads, body slightly twisted, legs straightened beneath the covers while their eyes were still closed. Denny's right hand reached for the blaring alarm resumed after a snooze and his left arm reached to check if Trisha still had a fever.
"Good morning," Trisha held Denny's hand that was resting on her forehead as she greeted him with a husky voice.
Denny turned to look at her with slightly squinted eyes. He returned her greeting with a beatific smile. An expression Trisha could not describe accurately, but she was beyond happy to see.
Trisha thought maybe it was because she hadn’t had such experience of being with a man like Mister Vero in her
