The ride home was quiet. Dexter didn't know how to break the thick ice of tension that had developed between them. Their romantic and sensual night they were having had suddenly come to an end, and he didn't know why. There was no explanation or anything. Then, finally, Taesha abruptly left him on the dance floor. She gathered her things and walked out of the "Cut restaurant.
During the drive home, she asked. "Are you sliding your eyes over here at me?" Taesha sounded agitated.
"No, I'm not sliding my eyes at you," Dexter replied. Things got quiet again. Dexter wanted to kick himself for pretending like her coldhearted actions weren't bothering him. But how could he tell her that he enjoyed seeing her pretty face even though it looked irritated?
They finally arrived at the cabin. The mi
