Tresa was slow to wake the next morning. The sun crept into the room from the small window. Tresa blinked a few times. It did not take long to recall the previous night. Tresa had hoped for a moment that it had been a dream but the more she recalled the more that she knew it had not been. She had been prey to her body once more. She had been upset over her dream and needed some kind of comfort and Edmond had been there and willing to give it.
Tresa knew that she had been the one driving the interaction and it made her cheeks burn that much more. Edmond must think her a wanton. Tresa rolled over on the small bed and attempted to pull the pillow over her head. After a few minutes she knew that she could not hide from the world and from her actions. She let out a long breath and she sat up
