Dean turned off the shower head and pressed on a splinter on the tip of his middle finger. After all the research he did on plants, he rued gardening forever. He dried his hair and his back, then folded the towel around his hips.
The day Allie slept in his arms was unforgettable. Her womanhood in his hand was a fulfilling reality with a sense of illusion. Bittersweet feelings emitted from his core. The moment he caused Allie’s elation, he thought she would end her engagement, and understand she belonged to him. But she never spoke after.
It took somebody’s evil prank to her garden for her to say anything. And even though he puked on her chest, whatever she said sounded alluring. To hear her divine voice directed at him had become his biggest wish.
It appeared the heavens he
