Chapter 4: Sunlight
I awoke with sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. At first I was aware only of a sense of utter contentment, feeling no urge to move at all. Then I stretched, languorously—and remembered where I was. The events of the previous night flooded back: the accident, finding the cottage, the trunk, the tingling presence, and those strange, erotic dreams. More prosaic was the uncomfortable realization that I was lying in someone else’s bed, and that I had committed breaking and entering.
And yet, somehow, having accepted that fact, I still felt almost obscenely content.
“Time to get up,” I murmured at last. And, rolling out of bed, I got to my feet. Whereupon I became aware of something odd. Trotting into the bathroom, I sat on the toilet—and felt a small rush o
